How to lose friends and infuriate people: the curious case of Jesse Lingard.
2016/17 is over. Let’s not call it a happy ending – simply an ending.
For all that’s gone before, and all it might mean for the future, that’s probably enough.
“Whenever I see him do anything, he empties the tank. Every time. And the beautiful thing about this man is that he empties that tank for his family, he empties it for his art, he empties it for his audience, and he empties it for his country.”
Damp eyes, big thighs – remembering Stuart Pearce.
Is a dream a lie if it don’t come true, or is it something worse?
“I started a joke…”
The cost of everything, and the value of nothing. It’s not you, Oliver – it’s us.
Two games that didn’t matter. A march and a meeting that absolutely did.
Ultimate Forest vs. Ultimate Derby – a night at the BBC.
I need a photo-opportunity, I need a shot at redemption, don’t want to end up a cartoon in a cartoon graveyard.
Taking someone to their first Forest game is like introducing your partner to a grandparent. You want humour and stories – you get racism and flatulence.