Didi Hamann

Gérard Houllier was my mate. It was a strange relationship in some respects but it was a great one that got better the longer it lasted. There was a b(...)

All week we were being told that our boys had never, in our entire international history, qualified for a major tournament with a game to spare. Like(...)

Ireland’s team bus breaking down on the way to the stadium wasn’t the most auspicious of starts to the evening, ominous even, although you would imagi(...)

The schedulers really didn’t help us on this one, turning our Friday evening in to the telly equivalent of rush hour on the M50. Not only did the open(...)

Good. Gawd. Almighty. As a man from Govan once put it, “football – bloody hell”. And even if you were raised to regard Liverpool as the Devil’s Sp(...)

By the 20th minute Manchester United were in need of a comeback of Tiger-ish proportions after the Messi Man thrust a stake in to their Champions Leag(...)

Granted, there’s been a blip or three of late, but still, Liverpool fans would surely have had a reasonable helping of hope in their hearts as they to(...)

There’d been much talk of late of Jose Mourinho losing the dressing room, so it didn’t augur well when he appeared to have literally done so ahead of (...)

Polished and pathetic scenes. Roy Keane being neither on the subject of Iran manager Carlos Queiroz’s second coming at Manchester United. “For some (...)

Well, that was stupendous, in a completely bonkers kind of way. From the highly ridiculous to the utterly sublime back to the outright absurd all over(...)