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The Premier League Preview 2026/27
There are three reasons why I’m doing this column a few weeks earlier this year. First, if you’re going to consistently make terrible predictions, as I do, you might as well be first and avoid accusations of imitation. Second, waiting … Continue reading →
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After 28 years of hurt, a part of my soul is finally at peace.
So, Tuesday 18th November 2025. A Baltic night in Glasgow. Air so cold it was heavy. Freezing rain felt imminent, and, oh yeah, only the small matter of Scotland versus Denmark at Hampden with a guaranteed place at next summer’s … Continue reading →
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Wichita Lineman Was A Song I Once Heard 