The BBC has acquired the broadcast rights for the XIX Commonwealth Games to be held between 3-14 Oct
I leaned forward, my Pilot felt-tip pen at the ready, wondering if I should write "KICK ME" on the shiny, bald pate of Nicolas Anelka. Or I could stretch and perhaps reach Ray Wilkins.
In the age of the Indian Premier League, it is hard to believe that the English distinction between gentlemen and players was abolished only in 1962. That is staggeringly recently. Bob Dylan released his first album in 1962.
Rapacious business interests have made profit the new first principle of top-class sport. But all ov
Just met by friend and neighbour Claudia at the shops and she seemed ever so excited. Had her husband, a barrister, been made a QC? Had they just had a really excellent Easter in Greece?
The other evening I saw Eddie Izzard, the celebrated Jack-and-Jill of all theatrical trades, complete 43 nearly consecutive marathon runs.
I ran round the house looking for my sheep. "Who's stolen it?" I cried, which is what I always say when I lose anything. "Think, where did you last put it?" asks my wife, in that irritating manner.
Tiger Woods’s resurrection is a classic American
With the World Cup just a few months away, football-haters from Dubai to Dudley are braced for a summer of misery.
Rich people are mean. That's how they got rich. Keeping an eye on the coppers.
Nature intended kick-off to be at three on Saturday afternoons, so I still can't get my head and my ass and my tum around a 12.45 start. Such as on 13 March, Spurs v Blackburn. What to eat, followed by when?
The parallels between football and banking are striking: both have been under-regulated, loaded with
I'm still in a deep depression over England. I was so pissed off by their display against Egypt, and even more so by the under-21s against Greece.
There's this old joke, credited to some old literary gent; forgotten who first supposedly said it. Each morning on waking up, he opens the newspaper and turns to the obituary pages.
I was in the lavatory at Arsenal, trying to have a pee. At this time of the year, I take my flask of coffee. At half-time, at Arsenal or Spurs, I drink two cups.
What can poor fans do? I mean poor in the sense of sad, pathetic, useless, hopeless, not poor in the sense of having no money.
Wouldn't you like to be a footballer today? It's not just the obvious stuff - all the money and girls you can eat, all the Ferraris and Bentleys you can crash - but the fact that life, generally, is so comfy, nay luxurious.
While in St Barts, on my hols - yes thanks, had a lovely time - I was returning one day to my hotel, Eden Rock, when I noticed this rather nice little football stadium, with a decent-looking stand, handsome entrance.
I enjoyed Nowhere Boy, the film about the early life of John Lennon, but came away pretty worried. As if I haven't got enough to worry about.
Are footballers knobs? That's what the distinguished football philosopher Joey Barton suggested on the Today programme. First, we have to define a knob. Is it the same as a dickhead, twat, wanker or arse?
Every New Year's Eve since we moved into this house in 1965, we have sat down by the log fire and made our predictions for the year ahead.
Half a season, half a season onward, into the valley of the World Cup come the round-up and awards and the story so far.
We're way out west on the affluent edge of London and things are hotting up. On the lounge bar screen, men with thick necks slam into each other.
I'll always remember where I was when I heard that England had been seeded for the World Cup. There was dancing in the street, bonfires on the Heath.
In July this year, Everton opened a new club shop in Liverpool city centre. They already had one at the ground, so they called that Everton One, and the one in the middle of town, Everton Two.
My son was born in 1966 and I ate his placenta. It's been so useful, that being his year of birth, because it was World Cup year, so I can always remember it.
I try to visit the National Football Museum in Preston most years, as it's so amazing, wonderful, marvellous and also depressing, because I think why do I bother, they have all the best stuff, how can I ever compete?
I used to get terrible jaw ache. I tried everything: a plate in my mouth, endless X-rays to see if the bones were dodgy - I was visiting top dentists for years.