When players make a mistake, Africans don't boo. They just laugh
My predictions: a rebel tour to Zimbabwe, and two finals for England
The thrill has gone from the FA Cup. Now it's an unwelcome distraction
Don't believe it - "Alastair Campbell to help out Fergie"
Should we care if our athletes have been pumped full of nandrolone? Asks Jason Cowley
Americans love their little surfer girl, but what about the shark? Asks Jason Cowley
Waugh is over: in praise of the man who transformed Test cricket
Observations on football and drugs
We've seen full-frontal nudity in Scotland, but Wilfred has disappeared
You could get deep-vein thrombosis from watching too much football
I have fond memories of my brief rugby days - but was it league or union?
I'd be gutted to die in July, just after I've paid my Sky subscription
Flash gits in hospitality suites show you how well a country is doing
Conrad Black, worth at least £136m, is one of Britain's 250 richest people. He owns news-papers in North America, Israel and Britain, including the Daily Telegraph and its Sunday sister. Two years ago, he was elevated to the House of Lords.
Suddenly, empty seats are appearing at Premiership grounds
The crowd was singing: "Missed my drug test and I wanna go home"
On Saturday, at precisely 12.30, I spotted the first gloves of the winter, writes <strong>Hunter Dav
Television - Andrew Billen on a drama about footballers that scores too many cliches
Film - Philip Kerr applauds a sports thriller that harks back to more innocent times
Rugby, despite the hype, is less likely than ever to catch up with football
Even in 1972, I knew of players passing a naked girl from room to room
Muddied Oafs: the last days of rugger
Richard Beard <em>Yellow Jersey Press, 274pp, £14.99</em>
You find girls' sizes, thongs in club colours, knickers with cockerel patterns
Drugs, rape, group sex, grievous bodily harm, drunken driving - there is no end, it seems, to what tabloid newspapers, licking their lips, call "the shame of soccer". But kicking a ball about is a harmless enough pastime in itself, and young men of all professions and classes can behave badly.
Could Beckham be the first sentimental, soppy, touchy-feely manager?
Carlisle win a point, and the sheep celebrate all over Cumbria
Wenger: the making of a legend
Jasper Rees <em>Short Books, 226pp, £14.99</em>
Whole channels are devoted to football, but books get just two radio progs
Go thump him, I said, let someone else do the sodding commentary