“Those two volleys really could be the story of this match summed up at the end of it.”

It’s Brazil 2 Scotland 1, so Scotland are back where they were at the start of the match

Cantona’s expression speaking the whole French dictionary without saying a word.

It slid away from his left boot which was poised with the trigger cocked

Lukic saved with his foot, which is all part of the goalkeeper’s arm.

Poland nil, England nil, though England are now looking the better value for their nil.

Jim Leighton is looking a sharp as a tank

The crowd think that Todd handled the ball…they must have seen something that nobody else did.

A peep, peep, peep, another peep, and that’s it.

They’ve maintained their unbeaten record between the legs.

The substitutes are all on the bench, and that’s where they’ll start the match.

That’s lifted the crowd up into the air.

Celtic have scored in the 50th consecutive game in which they’ve managed to score

England are looking better value for 0-0.

He’s marked his entrance with an error of some momentum

The Dutch look like a huge jar of marmalade.

And Watford acknowledge the support of the crowd, indeed of the crowd that supported them

On the last album, I didn’t want to disturb the melody with too many stories.

The time is just right to take risks and tell stories the way we want to tell them.

Can individual psychic wounds really heal in an abusive and fragmented society? Audre Lorde has a poem which begins,

Books that took place in faraway places and times. Stories with costumes

I think the world should be represented on television and for the longest its been limited.

Honestly, being a part of any worthy life story is a goal of mine.

If we had time and no money, living by our wits, what story would you tell?

“What do we want from each other/ after we have told our stories?” Where do we go to explore our stake with others in such a society?