I WATCHED with amusement and frustration as Manchester City’s players, having been beaten by Juventus, avoided speaking to the media in the Etihad Stadium last night. All of the classic tricks were performed. Samir Nasri, refusing to make eye contact, nuzzled his...
THE photographer’s car keys lay hidden high on a ledge in a Melwood anteroom for most of the afternoon. I had long returned home when my mobile phone started buzzing. “Where are they, lad?” “What?” I asked. “The keys, you’ve done something with them haven’t you?” With...
I WENT to Hamburg for my stag do last weekend. The things that happen in Hamburg; the things you see. A drunken mate, for example, managed to fall asleep on a live amplifier in a nightclub, such was the impact of Astra, the local lager. I think Motorhead’s Ace of...
ANFIELD is a changing. From open spaces to the north, to the south, east and the west, it is visible because of the machine beast that is suspended above it: the truss — a word that Liverpool’s home has taken ownership of. Anfield’s regeneration is there when...
