For those kind souls who are regular readers of my blog, you’ll be well aware of my great admiration for Andalucía. Its white washed...

Whatever became of Britain’s fabled terrace chants? You know the ones, the psalms of community and hymns of adulation with violent verses...

There’s very little more to contribute when it comes to summing up James Anderson’s legendary cricketing career and for that reason I’ll...

They say all good things come to an end and so it proved this week when the good guys at Lucinda Russell Racing along with a loving set...

Seeing Tannadice filled with the smiling faces of a multi generational Arab support was a real honour last night. This time last year I...

What ever became of originality, of thinking for yourself, or standing out from the crowd? My hypothesis focuses squarely on the advent...

Well what an ashes series that was. It gave us a little bit of everything, electrifying performances, controversial moments, sunshine and...

Picture this it’s Sunday bliss There’s cricket on the beach, Some yankees from the deepest south A tricky game to teach. Seagulls soar...

The Benito Villamarín A two hour train ride from Malaga, itself one of Western Europe’s oldest cities and a fine one at that, followed...

Turin’s grand old lady She plays in black and white, Ronaldo, Zoff and Pirlo Have blessed her with their might Munich’s boys they don the...

My great great grandad was invited for a trial at Burnley F.C. in the pre war years, when the football league was in its infancy,...

The 2022/2023 jumps season went out in a blaze of glory on Saturday, as Sandown Park played host to the seasons concluding meeting. That...

I There’s a fine old town in high Tamil That’s perched amidst its verdant hills, A tribal land that oft changed hands Once grand Tipu’s...

A social media explosion on a par with that of Musk’s latest malfunctioning rocket lit up my news feed earlier this week. From its...