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.
Fans have no money left for books and they can look it up online, anyway.
Pencils at the ready - Hunter Davies has prepared a simple test to split the fakers from the true fans.
With investment in the Premier League increasingly about money, not love, it's only fan responses that save us.
He was doing something I’d never seen before in Kentish Town Baths, and I’ve been going for over 40 years.
In a way, football is democratic - your looks don't matter as much as your ability. So why is such a huge part of loving it hating the players?
Champion of Europe? Not these days. Hunter Davies explains some of the reasons England aren't quite the footballing force they once were.
"The fact that the majority of players in any Premiership game these days are foreign, and so many of them black, does not seem to have had an appreciable effect on the faces in the crowd."
Where have all the Scottish managers gone? This week, Hunter Davies seeks an intern to count them.
"Wenger sat there silently, on the verge of a seizure."
Football, where the dirty cockney and the whippet handler live on.
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