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The World Cup. According to America.
The morning after every World Cup feels oddly quiet. It’s amazing how quickly you get used to arranging your life around football – and how strange it feels when there is suddenly no match to arrange it around. Then you start remembering what you’ll miss and somehow you find yourself convinced that the entire world has been waiting for your…
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The Long Way Home.
WordPress wished me a happy 17th anniversary this morning. Seventeen years. I confess I had completely lost track. I’ve also lost reading glasses, passwords, and the occasional parked car, so this felt entirely on brand. Still, it’s funny how one little notification can send you wandering backwards. I am a marker of time. It’s probably a very Irish habit. We…
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I Don’t Actually Like Sports. I Like People.
Click to get new essays for free My friends are asking why I keep writing about World Cup football. They know me after all. It’s a fair question because I’m not really writing about football. I’m writing about people. Which is probably why I’ve always loved great sports writers, even though I don’t really love sports. They’re writing about hope,…