A year of World Cup glory, meeting Paul McCartney and eating placenta.
“Helicopters and fleets of Mercedes limousines,” says Jon Holmes, “now ship bands of Thai supporters who come up from the metropolis. They are even selling gourmet burgers on the Upperton Road bridge.”
Modern players are not just super-toned and super-fit but super-fast. Slowcoaches are weeded out at birth.
Botham blends his sportsmanship and deep-seated passion for cricket with a lust for life.
As a continent reels politically from the refugee crisis and emotionally from the Paris attacks, football must find a new, confident voice.
The northern problem is not just economics, but social and cultural. Their wives take one look at the map and go, ugh, not living up there.
The New Zealand rugby player died this week aged 40.
Why does one player rather than another of equal achievement lodge indelibly in the memory?
The discipline now is brutal. All the staff at Man United will probably have to sign a form saying they’ll never talk to van Gaal unless he speaks first.
Can the Arsenal manager help Labour’s leader and football fan inspire his own Red Army?
Sonny Bill Williams’s contributions outside of matches are even more memorable than his playing.
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