It was a simpler time, it was a better time. What time period exactly am I talking about? I’m not sure. A few years ago, yesteryear, a while back. Whatever you want to call it, it’s a time before things were the way they are now...
‘When two tribes go to war, one is all that you can score.’ Frankie Goes to Hollywood insisted that was the case in their 80s hit single, but this weekend in Glasgow those associated with Celtic and Rangers will claim that the stakes are far higher than that.
With their only being about eleven months until Christmas it seems that we are a long way from any of the festivities that make winter bearable. But, alas, at least we do have some meaty football news to enjoy.
Who the cuss is the Guardian’s Dominic Fifield writing for? The golden rules of writing for online readers are: know who’s reading; write how they speak; and keep it short.
It’s a debate that’s raged on since the dawn of football, who is the best player in the world? For the last half-decade, possibly a little longer, there has only been two possible answers. You can pick Cristiano Ronaldo or you can pick Lionel Messi. Any other suggestions are quickly dismissed. But now it seems that a favourite is emerging. And he plays in the white of Madrid rather than the blue and red of Barcelona.