Marc Guéhi and the Quiet Art of Empire Maintenance By Our Man in the Cheap Seats, somewhere above the M4 Marc Guéhi is the sort of name that makes global powerbrokers yawn and then, three seconds later, frantically open a new tab. To the average punter from São Paulo to Singapore, he sounds like a…
England FC: A Tragicomic Opera Staged for the Planet’s Edification By Our Man in the Cheap Seats, somewhere over the Atlantic If you’ve ever wondered what it looks like when an entire nation decides to confuse football with group therapy, tune in to England FC every other summer. The spectacle is broadcast to 195 countries—roughly…
Alexander Isak to Liverpool: A Transfer Saga for the End Times By our man in the cheap seats, watching civilisation burn one rumour at a time LIVERPOOL—In a world where sovereign-wealth funds treat football clubs like NFTs and the average fan’s weekly wage couldn’t cover a player’s hair-styling budget, Liverpool’s courtship of Alexander Isak feels…
From the banks of the Vistula to the Thames, and now somewhere between Warsaw and the M4, Łukasz Fabiański has spent the better part of two decades demonstrating that the best way to survive modernity is to stand perfectly still while everyone else runs in circles. A goalkeeper, yes—but also a walking metaphor for every…
Ange Postecoglou: The Last Optimist in a World That Has Already Called It a Day By Dave’s Locker International Desk Somewhere between the North London traffic and the existential dread of a Tuesday Champions League press conference, Ange Postecoglou continues to insist that football is about “the beautiful game” and not merely a quarterly EBITDA…
The Ballad of Etihad Accounting: How Manchester City’s 115 Charges Became the World’s Favorite Soap Opera By L. Marchetti, International Correspondent-at-Large (and part-time cynic) In the grand, gilded circus of global football, nothing travels faster than schadenfreude—except, perhaps, a Gulf-state sovereign wealth fund. So when the Premier League finally unsheathed 115 charges against Manchester City…
Premier League Hall of Fame: A Velvet-Rope Mausoleum for the Planet’s Most Lucrative Circus By our man in the cheap seats, somewhere over the Atlantic Let’s get one thing straight before the brass band starts: the Premier League is not a football competition, it’s a planetary mood-stabiliser. Every weekend from Lagos to Lapland, 3.2 billion…
Nottingham Forest 1–3 Newcastle United City Ground, 13 May 2024 – 20:45 BST (Written from a hotel whose minibar charges €9 for a packet of crisps—globalisation at its finest) So here we are again, watching two proud English clubs decide whether the Premier League’s final Champions-League ticket gets stamped in Nottingham or couriered to Tyneside….
**The North London Derby’s Ugly Cousin: How Tottenham-West Ham Became the World’s Most Watched Family Feud** While diplomats in Geneva debate nuclear non-proliferation and central bankers fret over inflation rates, a more ancient form of human conflict unfolds in North London this weekend—one that proves our species hasn’t evolved nearly as much as we’d like…
MANCHESTER — Somewhere between the 17th replay of Marcus Rashford’s missed sitter and the 23rd VAR freeze-frame of a Leicester toenail in offside purgatory, the planet remembered that football is still the most efficient way to export existential dread. Manchester United versus Leicester City at Old Trafford wasn’t merely a mid-table squabble over the right…
Son Heung-min: The Smiling Assassin Who Keeps the World’s Billionaires Awake at Night By Dave’s Far-East Correspondent, nursing a soju hangover in a Seoul hotel that still smells faintly of 1988 Somewhere in Riyadh, a sovereign-wealth-fund accountant just spilled his espresso over a spreadsheet. The line item reads: “Acquisition Target – S. Heung-min, ₤200 million…
Chelsea vs Manchester City: A Global Gladiator Match Sponsored by Petro-Dollars and Regret By Our Man in the Upper Tier with a Flask of Cheap Bourbon LONDON—In the beginning there was the ball, the grass, and the faint smell of geopolitical anxiety. Somewhere between the Thames and the Irwell, two English clubs owned by an…
