
Small pleasures: Football transfer rumours
Everyone knows it’s mostly rubbish, and yet people can’t get enough of it. We need transfer rumours to get by.
Everyone knows it’s mostly rubbish, and yet people can’t get enough of it. We need transfer rumours to get by.
Tottenham’s lovely boys (in the bunk beds), Brenda, the FA Cup, Jermain/Bradley and Yorkshire…
The end of the season often feels like the last day of term, when all bets are off and rules made to be broken.
‘Small pleasures’, he says. And then moans about the inconsistencies. Why isn’t it a ‘football ball’?
Amidst the whirlwind nature of football celebrity culture, is chilling with a koala the only way to find peace?
Bitchiness is only a potent weapon when deployed judiciously and Carra is just right…
There’s no rational reason why anybody should be irritated by Jesse Lingard doing a little dance.
After 2.8m years of human development, we still can’t shield the sun from a goalkeeper’s eyes.
That man there is one of England’s recent third-choice keepers. Our Steven Chicken is amused.
There’s nothing quite like that last-minute dash from the half-way line to launch a Nevillegasm…
Like watching people fall down, there is pleasure to be taken in a double-digit shellacking…
Will they be able to shake hands successfully without looking like massive idiots? We love the dance.