Being There

Early tomorrow morning I’m hopping on a train for Manchester. When I get there I will meet up with my brother and we will take part in something that hasn’t happened since we were both very wee indeed. No, we don’t have a ticket for the game. Yes, we will be two of the estimated […]

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Watenaccio

I asked a friend the other week: “How would you feel if you were told your team would win a major European trophy, but that they’d be remembered – even despised – throughout the continent as the most negative team ever to do so, your name synonymous with defensiveness for a generation or more to […]

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