I still remember waking up one random Friday morning a few years back, grabbing my coffee, and instinctively checking “NFL games today” like I do every weekend in season. Nothing. Dead quiet. It was May, and I felt that familiar offseason emptiness hit me. No live streams to fire up, no fantasy lineups to tweak,

I still remember the first time Scottish football properly grabbed me by the throat. It was a freezing January afternoon in Glasgow, 2018 or so. I’d gone up for work, ended up at an Old Firm game thanks to a mate with tickets. The rain was horizontal, the pies were greasy heaven, and the noise

I still remember the first time a Brazil national team match genuinely broke my brain. It was during the 2018 World Cup, me and a bunch of mates crammed into a mate’s flat in São Paulo (I was visiting for work). Neymar dancing through defenders, Coutinho smashing one from distance. The whole street erupted every

I still remember the exact moment I was hooked on the England national football team. It was 2018, World Cup in Russia. I was crammed into a mate’s living room in Manchester, laptop balanced on my knees running some dodgy stream because the pub WiFi had died under the weight of everyone refreshing scores. Harry