Hunter Davies is a journalist, broadcaster and profilic author perhaps best known for writing about the Beatles. He is an ardent Tottenham fan and writes a regular column on football for the New Statesman.
A year of World Cup glory, meeting Paul McCartney and eating placenta.
It's time for the round-up of bests – so I'm revisiting my notes, from chants to haircuts.
If I don't get a commemorative alarm clock in June, I'll be furious.
This is the time of the season when we all get tired. Time to break out the cliches.
After England’s Wembley victory on Saturday 30 July 1966, I was convinced that was it.
Why do men try to hide their bald spots? Is it vanity, pride, the fear of being seen as less macho, lack of confidence?
A rubbish league, the Southern media, and. . . Mourinho?
In the four different places I stayed, on Saturdays and Sundays, I was able to walk to a sports bar and watch a live game, any live Prem game of my choice.
Players say a good home crowd can earn them ten points a season. So why do ticket prices rise and rise?
I first met my wife when we were teenagers, and she was protesting the half-day we'd been given off school to watch Carlisle United.
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