Craig Lawler

It’s 6:30pm, Sunday 24th November. My beloved Manchester United have just drawn away to newly promoted Ipswich Town, and yet my blood...

‘Fuck it’, I said to myself; ‘I’ll get a pie too’. There’s something about being on the concourse when the game is on. Fear, mostly. I’ve...

‘It’s just a number’, said the maddest man on the team. A moment lays clear in my mind during my years of underage football. At the time...