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.
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.
Begad, he revives! I came home and asked my wife if she realised she had been a widow since 1980.
Scarcely 2 per cent of our top players are privately educated: yet a whopping 7 per cent of the nation’s children go to private schools. So unfair. Something has to be done.
Eleven hours of the beautiful game on one day: is it enough?
I can think of only two players in my lifetime – who played long before the birth of the Prem – who did manage to make real money after their playing days.
Hunter Davies's "The Fan".
What does it mean to sign a local lad?
Cheer up, Stevie! Go, Schlupp! And Pearson, don’t come down from the stands.
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