We were, in the words of the song of the day, ‘Football Crazy’. Back in our formative years my mates and I had little time for anything...

I wasn’t at Headingley ’81, or at Edgbaston 2005, nor Trent Bridge or Old Trafford in that momentous series that will forever be known as...

I must apologise, I’m sorry to jinx it for everyone, but I’ll be watching England v Sweden in Saturday’s World Cup Quarter Final. 1970...

It was a shock when we realised that we were bound for a school where the hobby we pursued most keenly was not permitted. No, not that one.