From the Spot of the Foul

How many fingers do you see?

Theodor Seuss Geisel (Dr. Seuss) is aghast at Swiss referee Massimo Busacca's response to fans at a recent Swiss league match.

Your revolution is now being televised

Gil Scott-Heron writes Manchester City's Emmanuel Adebayor to be careful - his recent tactics and tantrums are in full view, and nothing will go unrecorded - and to use his temporary fame wisely.

What color's your parachute?

Sheffield United's Paddy Kenny writes American NFL player Redd to see if he would fit in as an American athlete.

The tower of song, the power of blog

A football chant meets its match

One of the most distinguishing characteristics of soccer, especially in England, and that is not replicated in any other American sport, is chanting. We Americans have the traditional chants at our football games, a famous one being: "Two bits, four bits, six bits a dollar, all for [insert your team] stand up and holler." And other such mild stuff.

But what I'm referring to is football chanting that is really full-throated singing, some of which that can go on and on for several minutes. I'm not talking about school songs, fight marches, and sentimental alma mater tunes. I'm talking about the singing of songs completely created by fans, spontaneously changed for the moment, that range from the touching and funny to the deplorably vile and racist.

What's in a name?

The Coolest Name in Sport

Today it was announced that a player, recently released by Celtic, signed with Hull City of the England Premier League.

But not just any player.

Your cheatin’ heart

Arthur Miller writes Arsenal striker Eduardo to warn him that the witch hunt analogy made by his coach may not be far from the truth, and to instruct the young footballer that he is now in The Crucible of determining what for some is good for the game of football, for better or for worse.