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.
It's time for more immigration – not less.
The place may scare our players, but it’s a great place for a picnic. Just hold the prawn sandwiches.
Where are our English stars of today, household names even in non-football households, whom you want to bother seeing on the telly?
This week, I'm deep in football memorabilia. Can you guess the year of the oldest programme, the teams and who the future PM was?
Every team has its hard man. Is there anything more satisfying than booing them?
I’ve long felt that he should have gone abroad five years ago, forced himself into a new life, a new culture, new football routines.
Tickets to the music hall and a guinea in your boots – now that’s a proper bung!
You’ve got to feel sorry for our top teams. It's hard work, maintaining their brand.
Why the sudden glut of blond footballers? A conversation I had with the artist back in 1966 gave me a clue. . .
The Emirates stadium is now like those Belgravia mansions that lie empty. So ungrateful, those Arsenal fans.
No country has ever left the EU before, so there's no map for where we're going.
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