Mr Roebuck’s books

Jon Hotten pays tribute to the writing of controversial cricketer-turned-journalist Peter Roebuck, who died after jumping from a hotel window on Saturday... In front of me is It Never Rains, Peter Roebuck's diary of his 1983 season with Somerset. It's waterstained and foxed, the page edges an uneasy shade of yellow ... Read More...

War, Football and the Death of the Future

In a post of extraordinary sweep and scope, James Hamilton looks at how the World Wars robbed Britain of its sense of future, symbolised by the eternally backward-facing game of football... My last post about the relationship between the Great War and football generated a debate about the extent to which causualties robbed ... Read More...

France and Saturday’s semi-final: le rugby de quoi?

Of course, now that all the other home nations have been knocked out of the Rugby World Cup, we Brits and Irish are all Welsh as far as rugby's concerned. It therefore behoves all of you out there to learn more about the unpredictable opposition we'll be facing in Saturday's semi-final... Wales's defence coach, ... Read More...

On Martin Johnson and why we know nothing

Brit considers the epistemological implications of England's exit from the Rugby World Cup... On Saturday morning England were knocked out of the 2011 Rugby World Cup, at the quarter-final stage, by France. It was, of course, inevitable. England lacked skill, organisation, calmness under pressure. They didn’t have enough in them to fight ... Read More...

Football’s Real Golden Age?

  James Hamilton, the Dabbler's great sport-theory iconoclast and destroyer of accepted wisdoms, looks at some footballing 'Golden Ages'... I've been following football for thirty years - since the days of Ron Greenwood's England - and one minor consequence of that is that a younger generation now accuse me of having lived through ... Read More...

Gary Neville and the Meaning of a Life

  Gary Neville's first England cap coincided with John Major's "put up or shut up" Rose Garden challenge to his party critics early in the blistering summer of '95. I was a young man myself then, flatsharing in central London with friends. It was the fiftieth anniversary of VE-Day, the economy ... Read More...