This morning, May 2, 1662, having first broken my fast upon eggs and cooling salades, mellows, watercresses […]

The reasons for this growing disconnect are myriad and complex but the situation is exacerbated by the reality that those English players who do smash through our game's glass ceiling command radically inflated transfer fees.

Here she was, in mid-seduction, and the seductee was on the verge of snoring.

The loft was broad and high, with splendid rough-cut oak purlins and three large Veluxes.