Let's Talk Sports, Shall We?
It’s United and Arsenal again! Another modern twist on a historical, sometimes hysterical ancient tale. They walk in the footsteps of Keane and Keown, Vieira and Van Nistelrooy… As Peter Drury waxed lyrical about the age-old rivalry that shaped the Premier League, one couldn’t help but remember the trailer of the 2013 Robert De Niro-Sylvester... Continue Reading →
*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 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. But 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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