Arsenal: The fault in their ‘Super’stars

*Opened Twitter, typed Alexis, muttered 'fuck it', unfollowed, closed Twitter* I did that last night as soon as he retweeted that lame-ass video of him playing GGMU. Like really? A piano? But I don't care. The Chilean mercenary is off my social feed. I don't have to suffer his bare-chested gym selfies anymore, nor do... Continue Reading →


A Messi freekick, freezing Lyon and a pen – tales of a European sojourn

A pen. Beautiful, granted, but still just a pen. A Cartier: shiny, a little bit heavier than a biro and emblazoned with the Milan club crest.┬áBut still just a pen - the opening lines of Andrea Pirlo's autobiography was stuck inside my head as I examined my pen. It wasn't a Cartier. I never looked... Continue Reading →

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