Ewan MacKenna The confessions of a sports memoir ghostwriter: long hours, little reward, and four books not opened since I wrote them
It’s just after lunch back in 2010, but your day is already nine hours old due to catching the ...
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It’s just after lunch back in 2010, but your day is already nine hours old due to catching the ...
In a year of glitches and glitz in Brazil, of slurs and speed in Sochi, we start our look back in...
The setting for the scene is the new bar at the back of the old boxing stadium. It’s early last...
If you don’t believe in the power of sport, you should consider the following two memories from...
Each and every winter, around this time, I always get thinking of a small house tucked away in an...
Conor McGregor may be reaching for the stars in the Ultimate Fighting Championship, but his antics and crude trash-talking demean his talents
There was one piece of insight in the lead-up to the Six Nations that stood tall above all others. Wasps and England back-row James Haskell was talking about an element of the Welsh approach those getting whirled up in the immediate hype don’t want t
The excruciating yet somehow smirk-inducing story from September 2009 went as follows. Jim White ...
Depressingly – partly because it was so predictable, yet is so unstoppable – a report from January laid bare the direction in which the world continues to be headed. Before the international elite gathered for the World Economic Forum in Davos in Swi
The lads had their uniforms down to a tee. Dubarrys, chinos, Polo T-shirts, the lot. But their act went above and beyond. There they stood, in a bar on Baggot Street in Dublin, tipsy from an Ireland win in the Six Nations, and with more celebratory s
Just a couple of years ago, a friend of mine would pass many an evening by getting online and throwing down money so as to make whatever sport was on TV more interesting. He was a suit-and-tie type guy – well-paid job, nice apartment, and generally g
In a dimly lit room at the Carrington training ground early in the season, Louis van Gaal sat across from Gary Neville for an interview with the Daily Telegraph newspaper and was everything you’d expect. Intimidating, like the manager who angrily dro
By some industry estimates, around 140,000 adult tourists crushed their way into Dublin last Tuesday, looking to entangle themselves with anything Irish – be it as ludicrous as leprechauns or obvious as Guinness. That same day, a 20-minute walk away,
Fans will continue to have grounds for discontent as long as the GAA’s enthusiastic amateurs raise and spend millions on inadequate stadiums
I’ve had the pleasure of Joe Brolly’s company only once. It was upstairs in the ...