I felt lucky to be going to the Arsenal-Barcelona game with one of Arsenal's young stars.
Arabs across the Middle East are standing up to their bullies. Also, how neocons are taking credit f
The England wicketkeeper’s decision could help break down the last taboo in sport.
I was so hoping that Roy Hodgson would not get the West Brom job.
Over supper, I asked my wife to complete the following sentence: "A collection of Clarice Cliff ceramics, worth an estimated £40,000, will be sold at Woolley and Wallis in Salisbury on March 9, the property of Mr . . ."
With the demise of Sky's Andy Gray and Richard Keys and the end of prehistoric sexism - some chance - will another form of outdated, ancient language disappear when more presentable presenters take over? Oh, I hope not.
Have you been watching the Asian Cup? Thought not. You're missing out.
No one likes neutrals. We're fence-sitters. Cowards. Among real supporters we have a social cachet only slightly higher than sex offenders and Sepp Blatter.
I get all my fashion tips from TV. And as all I watch on TV is the footer, ergo, my wardrobe is football-related.
Spurs are so excellent to watch at the moment - it won't last, it never does - that I did two unusual things.
I have this old friend, Tony, who is a dead keen Arsenal fan, wears his red woolly hat to every game, has two season tickets and often, if one of his family can't make it, lets me have a ticket, which is kind.
Wotcha fink so far? The season, I mean: good, bad, middling, piddling?
On the final afternoon of the second Test in Adelaide, in which the England cricket team was triumphant, I drove up to the Barossa Valley, where I was to have lunch with some of the finest winemakers in the state of South Aust
Are Britons suffering from Stockholm syndrome over the coalition government? Also, Cable’s woes, whi
Fifa, the world body of football, may the Lord preserve it, was created in 1904 by seven European countries where organised football had first flourished - France, Belgium, Denmark, Holland, Spain, Sweden and Switzerland.
Now we play the blame game . . .
I know a solicitor who gave it all up to work on a fruit stall outside Kentish Town Tube station. She is still there. Another friend, also a solicitor, who used to live next door, jacked it in to retrain as a school teacher.
I was at this neighbourhood party -- middle-class mums, their kids in their fave strips, with their own names on the back, such as Rupert, which you never see on a real footballer -- when I got talking to this yummy mummy.
So that's it, then, we're stuffed. Might as well pick up our ball and go home. The Spaniards play better football and win the pots. The Germans get the biggest crowds and have the most financially sound clubs.
One of the things that all genuine fans - which means fans who pay their own money for their own humble seats - dislike these days is the hospitality industry.
I am not allowed to mention his name again in this house. "The nation has suffered enough," she says. It is true that the coverage was incredible - and mainly from the posh papers.
England did so well against the might of Montenegro, the unbeaten group leaders.
How the lives of our dear football heroes have changed, and their biographies.
Fergie is a control freak, a big head and a bully. You wouldn't want to get on his wrong side, live with him, or sleep with him, but he is also of endless fascination to all football fans.
Ambleside is where Dorothy Wordsworth used to walk to from Dove Cottage in Grasmere to pick up post for her brother William.
I was at the Emirates Stadium being driven mad by the flashing adverts round the side of the pitch - God, they do annoy me, constantly changing every few seconds. They're now as bad at Spurs.
I bought a Cumberland News on the way to Brunton Park, home of the famous Carlisle United.
Sport today seems obsessed with image, repackaging, pursuing profit. What ever happened to the sport of Bobby Moore's day?
One good thing about all these recent international games is the national anthems. I do love watching their little mouths mouthing, or not, as the case usually is.
Dimitri Mascarenhas docked £1,000 for expletive-laden tweets about selector.