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.

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05 March 1999
Next season, Fifa is going to try having two referees. Not sure what this means, one in either half or what, not sure...
26 February 1999
Over breakfast with my dear wife, we were discussing various things, such as Iris Murdoch dying. I was wondering how...
19 February 1999
I was at that famous match, you must know which one, where something happened that has not happened before in the past...
12 February 1999
I hope Howard Wilkinson stays in the job long enough for us to get to know and love his mannerisms and habits. I mean...
05 February 1999
Why are there no blue plaques for footballers? I mean those things on the front of a house, telling you that Stanley...
15 January 1999
When I was little, I loved to listen on the radio to every game that Scotland played, my little ears glued, my little...
08 January 1999
I have made the same silly mistake, as I do every new year, which explains why I am sitting here screaming at my 1999...
01 January 1999
It's half way through the season, time to take socks. I'm sitting here, with the Christmas games over, and it's no...
18 December 1998
I had lunch last week with two agents who between them look after Alan Shearer, Michael Owen, David Beckham, Dwight...
11 December 1998
I've gone through life thinking West Ham were called the Hammers after the Ham part of their name. Seemed obvious. Now...
04 December 1998
I've just come back from nine days in Cuba. Very weird. They have two economies, one based on US dollars and the other...
27 November 1998
It's very hard to predict things in football. Or in life. Or in death, come to that. Columbus died ignored and in...
20 November 1998
I've just got back from a derby game between Arsenal and Spurs. Which I was really looking forward to. Turned out...
13 November 1998
And so to Highbury, for my first Arsenal match of the season, in the flesh, or what passes for flesh. I parked outside...

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