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.
A good season for facial hair, a bad one for puns.
I hardly slept for weeks during the run-up to the last two World Cups, terrified he wouldn’t make it.
Where will the fans park then?
Once Wigan scored, though, it was a different story: the affable familes were suddenly full of hate and fury.
Football fans have always had a keen sense of the ridiculous.
Watching el Clásico, between Real Madrid and Barcelona, I imagined what footballers in Britain and all round the world were thinking: why do we bother?
For years, his teammates and the whole world mocked his silly, high-pitched voice, suggesting he was a bit simple, making endless jokes about his stupidity. Now, he sounds clear and low and serious.
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