False memories are a known psychological phenomenon. Sometimes, when we think back on past events, we remember incorrect details with...
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“Just take that ball and ride it baby,” said Boris Becker in the commentary booth at Flushing Meadows. The man...
I had accepted I would not be going to the 1985 Cup Winners’ Cup final about halfway through the second...
Matches between touring sides and English counties were memorable in their own right not so long ago. Large crowds would...
‘It’s great they made the final, but they can’t beat Australia’ seemed to be the overwhelming sentiment among netball fans...
Adrenaline is a funny thing. When all hell broke loose in the away end at Stamford Bridge at around 4.48pm...
In these dark days the unscripted drama of live sport feels more important than ever. The second World Cup semi-final...
The humiliation was too much to bear. Cristiano Ronaldo pushed Pep Guardiola. José Mourinho looked bewildered on the bench. And...
I’ve always felt sorry for anyone who’s never lived in sight of a stadium. From my back bedroom in Latchford,...
What stands out still is the silences. After every line of every chant, the silence was complete: everybody was joining...
