It is a strange paradox that while the grief of football fans(and it is real grief) is private – we each have an individual relationship with our clubs, and I think that we are secretly...

I used to believe, although I don’t now, that growing and growing up are analogous, that both are inevitable and uncontrollable processes. Now it seems to me that growing up is governed by the will,...

What I needed more than anything was a place where unfocused unhappiness could thrive, where I could be still and worry and mope; I had the blues, and when I watched my team I could...