What Makes A Great Captain?

In the end, then, football didn’t come home. The European Championship was a genuine pleasure to watch, if for no other reason than I had no skin in the game and could watch matches for the joy of watching football rather than being emotionally ...Read More

Support England? No Thanks

When Euro ’96 came to town, I was thirteen-years-old. I was still at the formative stage of my Liverpool supporting life, not yet really aware of the club biases that dominated my existence in later years. I remember certain moments from the tournament: Paul ...Read More