A moment of magic. That’s what I thought I’d experience. I remember, I, a child chasing the seductive ball around the endless green pitch, my first love was football, the charming European cousin to the American brute.  And much like a bitter ending to a French new wave film we parted ways, she was far too good for me, I was not up to the … Continue reading Journalism and a momentary rant with no purpose from a disciple