THIS column comes from the canvas. The dream of watching England in a World Cup final this afternoon within touching distance. Football eh? It’s a stupid game.
Bizarrely there are people non-plus0on Wednesday night at 7pm saying, ‘Look at how quiet it is in here, how lovely’, while the rest of us sat in front of a screen with knots tying themselves into knots in our stomachs.
Sometimes you wonder what life would be like without football; how much more straightforward it would be, how much easier without all the hassle. But it’s no life for me. Football creates bonds,...