My Madrid Memories: The Bus, Bilbao & The Best Night Of Our Lives
MEMORIES are such a strange concept. I saw a meme recently which pointed out that sometimes your brain can remember that it’s forgotten something, but can’t actually remember what that thing was. It makes you think, doesn’t it? There are millions of moments throughout...
When The Reds Conquered The Romans In Their Own Backyard
THE year 1984 was supposed to be the year of AS Roma. Their Swedish coach, Nils Liedholm, had spent nearly five seasons constructing a team built to win. The season before, they had captured their first Scudetto in over 40 years and the celebrations were memorable but...
My Istanbul Memories: Aimlessness, A Tiny Telly & An Auld Bluenose
THERE’S a reason Nike fought so hard for Liverpool. It isn’t just because they’re world, European and soon to be domestic champions. It is because Nike loves the idea of selling fairy tales of achievement, resolve and making the impossible possible. They, therefore,...
My Istanbul Memories: Upset, Urine & Unbridled Joy
I WONDER if you’re one of those people who attributes the glory of Istanbul to a mere half-time substitution. I wouldn’t blame you if you did, but you’d be barking up the wrong tree. It’s not your fault. You can’t possibly know the truth behind the greatest comeback...
My Istanbul Memories: Chelsea, Concussion & The Cup-Winning Celebrations
I HAD a strange relationship with Liverpool’s 2004-5 Champions League campaign. I didn’t watch the Olympiakos game live. It was a friend’s 18th birthday party and I felt obligated to go, coupled with being too nervous to watch the game, so I recorded it with the aim...
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My Madrid Memories: The Bus, Bilbao & The Best Night Of Our Lives
MEMORIES are such a strange concept. I saw a meme recently which pointed out that sometimes your brain can remember that it’s forgotten something, but can’t actually remember what that thing was. It makes you think, doesn’t it? There are millions of moments throughout...
When The Reds Conquered The Romans In Their Own Backyard
THE year 1984 was supposed to be the year of AS Roma. Their Swedish coach, Nils Liedholm, had spent nearly five seasons constructing a team built to win. The season before, they had captured their first Scudetto in over 40 years and the celebrations were memorable but...
My Istanbul Memories: Aimlessness, A Tiny Telly & An Auld Bluenose
THERE’S a reason Nike fought so hard for Liverpool. It isn’t just because they’re world, European and soon to be domestic champions. It is because Nike loves the idea of selling fairy tales of achievement, resolve and making the impossible possible. They, therefore,...
My Istanbul Memories: Upset, Urine & Unbridled Joy
I WONDER if you’re one of those people who attributes the glory of Istanbul to a mere half-time substitution. I wouldn’t blame you if you did, but you’d be barking up the wrong tree. It’s not your fault. You can’t possibly know the truth behind the greatest comeback...
My Istanbul Memories: Chelsea, Concussion & The Cup-Winning Celebrations
I HAD a strange relationship with Liverpool’s 2004-5 Champions League campaign. I didn’t watch the Olympiakos game live. It was a friend’s 18th birthday party and I felt obligated to go, coupled with being too nervous to watch the game, so I recorded it with the aim...