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.
Miraculously, three out of our four fab, toppermost, world-class, all-time, multitrillion-pound clubs have managed to crawl into the next round in Europe.
Gary Neville will be bossing around his younger brother, Phil, at Valencia, now that he has become manager.
“Helicopters and fleets of Mercedes limousines,” says Jon Holmes, “now ship bands of Thai supporters who come up from the metropolis. They are even selling gourmet burgers on the Upperton Road bridge.”
Modern players are not just super-toned and super-fit but super-fast. Slowcoaches are weeded out at birth.
The northern problem is not just economics, but social and cultural. Their wives take one look at the map and go, ugh, not living up there.
The discipline now is brutal. All the staff at Man United will probably have to sign a form saying they’ll never talk to van Gaal unless he speaks first.
The government has appointed a totally independent committee to advise on Mourinho. Here are its findings.
Often when there’s a scrum, someone’s shorts get pulled down, so you can see not only their builder’s bum but a flash of knickers. So far, despite peering, I have spotted nothing.
Klopp at the Kop.
It’s quite eerie observing Kasper Schmeichel in goal for Leicester, playing in exactly the same position and looking the spitting image of his father, Peter, the former Man United keeper.
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