Even now, I still fantasise about being a footballer
I’d have little chance at Man City, but Spurs? No problem. I am sure my tortoise could get a game…
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I’d have little chance at Man City, but Spurs? No problem. I am sure my tortoise could get a game…
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His decision to leave was so sudden, something must have tipped him over the edge.
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As commanding as he was modest, the Liverpool manager brought greatness to the game. His departure is hard to bear.
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Let me count the ways in which football has reinvented itself since 1848…
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The podcaster and sports broadcaster on what he’s learned from high achievers and why men need mental resilience.
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His rage is an increasingly common and very male affliction.
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So far we’ve seen Dickensian midfielders, a blizzard of coaching jobs, and the return of peep-hole socks.
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Watching a game is a private pleasure, I don’t want to listen to any banal observations – I have enough…
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In her book the Lionesses coach shows composure and compassion – but the art of football management remains a puzzle.
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Wearing a flat cap and ancient raincoat he was calm, quiet, unflashy – a gentleman player.
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Video refeering is sucking the joy out of the game.
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Also this week: a brawl at Lord’s and the US-Saudi golf rivalry.
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Netflix reveals a footballer betrayed by celebrity.
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Life is about endless upheavals, but some – like Harry Kane in lederhosen – are hard to take.
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Even with the Prem to distract me, I am still anxious about how the England women’s team are coping.
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Underinvestment in women’s sporting gear extends to football boots designed for men being accused of causing ACL injuries.
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How fitting, how healing, if it had been women who ended English football’s 57 years of hurt.
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The Tory MP keeps betraying his Labour roots.
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Talking about the game only makes the Labour leader and politicians look dumb.
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Gary Lineker’s new podcast offers a stale standard of analysis that barely hovers above that offered by the drunkest bar-propper…
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