Mani is visibly relieved. It's the first game of the season and whistle has blown for half time. Our lads are playing down in Rielasingen-Arlen, a village on the Swiss border whose amateurs have been paired against the superstars of Borussia Dortmund. Dortmund can only lose, and Mani knows it. "Close him...tighter...close him down...tighter...tighter...TIGHTER!!!...close him...close … Continue reading Parachute

The Rats

One of the drawbacks of living outside of the UK is that you miss out on all the juicy gossip. Not the personal stuff necessarily --my best mate's Auntie Trisha's radar is so finely tuned that we sometimes think that she knows more about us than we do about ourselves. That kind of news requires … Continue reading The Rats