Here's one of the 'nets hidden treasures: football coverage in the Guardian. You may not follow the sport much, but if you're a fan of wit, sarcasm and cross-cultural comparisons, it's the read for you. Today, the paper began their description of Wayne Rooney's new house quite caustically:
The thing about being a professional footballer in England is this. Unless you've carpet-bombed half of Cheshire to make way for your mansion's helipad and snooker complex, really, who the hell are you?
If your latest girl never emerges in metallic bikini bottoms from the 18th-century chapel you've converted into a state-of-the-art tanning salon ... You don't, after all, want to be a loser, one of those no-marks who doesn't have a football boot-shaped swimming pool that can be seen from space.
Another drawing card? The work of Barry Glendenning, who provides minute-by-minute live coverage of significant internationals. An example? How about this exchange from Tuesday's Manchester United/Lyon game:
43 mins: A corner for Manchester United, won by Ruud van Nistelrooy. Ronaldo plays it short to Gary Neville, who sends a low drive screaming across the box. Cris clears. In a perfect world, Cris would have crossed, facilitating no end of lame puns, but then nobody ever said life was fair.