From the Archive: On writing, self-belief, and overcoming imposter syndrome

Well, this one aged like gold top in the end, didn't it? But never mind. In November 2022 I was full of gratitude for the circumstances that had allowed me to do something I really love for a living.

Like all good love affairs, the passing of time hasn’t dimmed my memory of that first encounter. I was in the club shop at Hayes FC on a pleasant evening in the spring of 1988 when I saw a magazine with a front cover that made it look like it look like a football equivalent to Private Eye. The cover featured a joke about Graeme Souness, then the manager…