Liverpool shot themselves in the balls so Arne Slot must pay; it’s how football works
Arne Slot, Ruben Amorim, Thomas Frank…they will all be thrown from the top-floor window of the Premier League’s gaudy, gold skyscraper of excess.
Arne Slot, Ruben Amorim, Thomas Frank…they will all be thrown from the top-floor window of the Premier League’s gaudy, gold skyscraper of excess.
Swearing and overt racism is filtered out of comments sections across the internet. But what about stupidity? Can we curtail that?
If you live in Scotland, you know how much the Scots have had to cling on to history. And now this team has created their own.
On Sunday, 26 games were broadcast across 12 platforms. It’s too much football and most of it requires a subscription or fee. The system is broken.
You can’t win a beauty contest just by being the biggest spendthrift, as much as clubs labour under the delusion that they can.
Actual football fans in stadiums love a long throw, a set-piece and a punt downfield. Do not listen to the snobs.
With enough diversity to scare a hateful, bigoted, racist Reform politician, Hearts are using data to challenge Celtic.
Johnny Nic has the utmost sympathy for Marcus Rashford and Jude Bellingham living ‘inside a constant torrent of assumption, judgement and outright lies’.
England fans being bored and quiet is probably preferable to the kind of mindless violence we have seen for decades.
Crowd behaviour is in the pits across the board. The ‘hideous big-mouthed, frog-faced skid mark on the country’s underpants’ is at least partially to blame.
VAR has institutionalised ignorance and stupidity whilst selling itself as informed and clever. And it broke Bruno Fernandes on Saturday.
Quite why Russell Martin was appointed by Rangers in the first place is a mystery; he has been a predictable disaster.
Manchester United are like a corrupting gas that all who breathe are brought low by. Every player, every signing, every manager.
There has been very little meat and a lot of gravy from Thomas Tuchel’s England so far.
Arsenal need not be the ‘nearly’ side; without Mikel Arteta’s caution they could achieve more. So says John Nicholson, who is Not A Fan.
Get some perspective: Premier League oranges are not the only fruit. It’s just all hype and nonsense.
Ruben Amorim is already in a battle to keep his job at Manchester United; they cannot finish outside the top six.
A week in football on TV ends with a classic between Hibs and Partizan Belgrade before the Premier League enters the arena.
Manchester City paid a record fee for Jack Grealish before squashing his individuality due to fear. Everton can take advantage and harness the maverick.
Scottish football has returned with determined Dundee United and a Rangers side motivated by Russell Martin but still wasteful flying the flag in Europe.
Loads of clubs outside the gilded Premier League have all but abandoned the idea of transfer fees out of practicality. Make one-year rolling deals the norm.
Johnny Nic is back on his diet of Scottish football but not before issuing a message to Joey Barton and those of his ilk: you cannot ruin women’s football.
If you sell your trousers to yourself, that isn’t a market and you can’t pretend it is. Football is utterly screwed now.
Euro 2025 has been a roaring success for a number of reasons but Johnny Nic is left praying that money and corporate greed cannot ruin what has been built.
The men’s game has had a mirror held up to it by Euro 2025, with women’s football shunning violence and abuse without being short of aggression or edge.
Johnny Nic is enjoying the lack of cynicism and ego on show at Euro 2025, as well as pundits like Emma Hayes who underline the importance of tone.
Premier League clubs are unconscionably taking a planet-breaking 175,000 summer air miles in just a few weeks. The greedy idiots.
The contrast between the Club World Cup and Euro 2025 is stark for Johnny Nic, who couldn’t care less whether Chelsea lift the gold toilet trophy.
Live every day as if it’s a cup final, says John Nicholson, who came close to death himself and grieves for Diogo Jota.
John Nicholson is very much enjoying Jonathan Pearce and the start of the Women’s Euros, but a change of heart over the Club World Cup might be necessary.