My interest in football has waned to the point where it’s mostly a matter of schadenfreude: a resentful “anyone but United” mindset. When I watched the Manchester derby yesterday, in a cosy little boozer in Snaith, it was mostly to see how many goals Man City would score against a hapless United. It surprised nobody that Erling Haaland got another hat-trick. The man’s a machine, with a scoring rate for his new club better than a goal per game. His goal-scoring doesn’t rely on silky footballing skills, but just from letting nothing, and no one, get in his way when he’s in sight of goal. His headers don’t go wide; his volleys don’t end up in the top tier of the stands. His commitment is total, every time…
Licenced today: Oundle Mill, near Oundle, Northamptonshire…
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