Football, at its most poetic, is a grand stage where the even the best cannot tell the end …
Football, at its most poetic, is a grand stage where the even the best cannot tell the end …
The clock read 94:30. Enzo Maresca paced nervously, his Chelsea side clinging to a fragile 1-0 lead. Then—panic. …
There were no boos or whistles at full-time. No kicking of chairs, no ‘sacre bleus’.
Bayer Leverkusen have been excellent against Bayern Munich lately, but not this time…
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