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The playoff pioneers: the rise of the black quarterback
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The playoff pioneers: the rise of the black quarterback

The NFL Playoffs have opened sesame for another year. As we settle down in front of our television sets and tune into some American muscle it is easy to forget that for many of the players these moments are lifetimes in the making. Some have overcome more obstacles than others, none more so than Deshaun Watson, Dak Prescott, Russell Wilson, Lamar Jackson, and Patrick Mahomes — this is the story of the 2019 playoff pioneers. The NFL playoffs have arrived, and just in time. As the unwelcome January chill has begun to grip our proud little island, our American friends acquaintances are back to provide the winter warmth once more. Wildcard weekend may have slipped under some of our runny noses, as the magic of the FA Cup apparently takes priority over here. But for those that tuned in (...
Robert Who? Meet basketball's new 'Time Lord'.
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Robert Who? Meet basketball's new 'Time Lord'.

Move over Doctor Who, the NBA has found the real ‘’Time Lord’’. Boston Celtics center, Robert Williams, has risen to social media and now basketball fame as his inability to keep track of the time has become the source of the most peculiar, but brilliant, internet-influenced branding success story. The emergence of the rookie Rookie Robert Williams hosted a ‘block party’ in Boston last Friday night, as he came off of the bench to demoralize flying Hawk after flying Hawk in a five-swat performance at the Garden against Atlanta. It has been an impressive run of games for Williams, who due to injuries and rotations has stepped into a larger role for the resurgent Celtics, who have been lacking a rim-protector of the seeming calibre that Williams has brought in his limited sample size...
I'm a cyclist, I don’t break the law, and I’m not a nob — so why do motorists hate me?
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I'm a cyclist, I don’t break the law, and I’m not a nob — so why do motorists hate me?

Ten miles southwest of Birmingham an inky green coup triumphs. The final echo of urban life truant. Here, in the heart of the Licky Hills, inspiration for J.R.R. Tolkein’s mythical Shire, there is a weight and lethargy amongst the greenery. Thick-ankled oaks cladded with moss and ivy hem in a long, rolling strip of shadowed asphalt. It is a beautiful place. A place where I’m willing to sacrifice my own pride and sense of self-confidence just to get to. You see, I’m a cyclist. I donned the lycra a few years ago and now I’m a member of the 14% of the British population that cycles at least once a week. I love it. The escapism, the sense of adventure and tribute to a once pre-motorised world. I’m an addict, I need to feel the dopamine rush that my act lets off course through my veins, res...