My wife says I’m suffering from Seasonal Affective Disorder, meaning that I get a bit down when I look out the window, and the only reason I can’t see the rain is that it’s already dark. She’s right, of course. Everybody in Brittany has Trouble Affectif Saisonnier, which is why they go to bed at eight o’clock, lulled to sleep by the sound of the rain on the roof.
Qatar World Cup: Shame on football figureheads for failing to take a stand
Like it or not, sport is intertwined with politics. Sportsmen who reject the link are shirking the responsibility that accompanies their money and fame.
