James Graham’s Dear England is a tiresome ode to St Gareth Southgate
The National Theatre production presents the manager’s path to national saviour but fails to add anything of note to our footballing “story”.
ByNew Times,
New Thinking.
The National Theatre production presents the manager’s path to national saviour but fails to add anything of note to our footballing “story”.
By Michael HendersonWhen this plague is over I shall return to my sacred place: Derbyshire, our most handsome and underrated county.
By Michael HendersonDubbed Nijinsky, after the champion racehorse, by Manchester City team-mates and fans, the unparalleled footballer was a modest man with…
By Michael HendersonGrowing up in the Sixties, a child of the pop age, jazz barely grazed me. Now, I see it’s…
By Michael Henderson“I don’t have to believe it if I don’t want to.” John O’Hara’s tribute to George Gershwin, when the…
By Michael Henderson“There can be no summer in this land without cricket,” wrote Neville Cardus, the man who invented sports writing,…
By Michael HendersonMay in Chipping Campden. Unlike April in Paris, or autumn in New York, nobody has mythologised it in song.…
By Michael HendersonHe is now best known for that dramatic pot-boiler, An Inspector Calls. But Priestley’s gripping novels show an instinctive…
By Michael HendersonWhat a ghastly mess.
By Michael Henderson