Ronnie O'Sullivan has brought out a thrilling snooker potboiler called Framed, and we've only gone and fucking reviewed it.
In November 1994, Manchester United were thumped 4-0 by a team that I had neither heard of nor seen play. Their name was FC Barcelona, and they were truly magnificent.
After a week of talks with the FA, it looks like a straight fight between Steve Bruce and Sam Allardyce for the England job. Who’s more likely to lead the Three Lions to glory, then?
There is something enduring and beautiful about Hull City manager Steve Bruce, the self-confessed 'dinosaur' with an unsullied love for football.
Another season of the Hull City manager will soon have passed: a comfortingly familiar sack of puffed-out cheeks, rueful sighs and inevitable negative goal difference.
The penny finally drops for Van Gaal, QPR are fucked and Steve Bruce's neverending comedowns.
Newspaper curses, 30-minute substitutions and the Pirlo belter to end all Pirlo belters.