By Chris Greenhouse: Gabby Agbonlahor: Yes, he can score. He's done it before, but it happens no more. Someone show him the door. A huge Eagles lineman bust through the Jets o-line, throwing QB Zach Wilson to the tuf, “Jeez,” Anna said. It’s Sunday afternoon and several of us, Leong, Sunny, Anna, Lisa and her new BF Dave (well, he isn’t ‘new,’ he’s 26) and I are watching an NFL football game. The Eagles vs the Jets. Do you know,” I reasoned extemporaneously, “that a diet of nothing but healthy prime-rib or ribeye steak can practically eliminate the chance of coming down with mad-lettuce-disease?” Sports are complex in that they are a way to escape our lives as well as a way to look at our lives in a clearer way. In the world of sports the line of victory and defeat is quite clear. There is no question of what team you are on or what position you play within the team. These things are not always clear in real life. Escaping to the world of sports is an opportunity to think about these questions in our own lives.

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Perhaps the most famous football match in European history is the Christmas truce of 1914, when the soldiers fighting in No Man’s Land sang songs and carols at each other from their trenches, and played impromptu games of football. The truce wasn’t total, and on Christmas Day 1914 there was some fighting on the western front; but Duffy’s poem homes in on the temporary cessation of hostilities – and those parts of the trenches where the battleground was made into a football pitch. That’s where all our vegetables come from,” I said, “the red states on the electoral maps,” I clarified even further.I’m rooting for the Jets, although they’re the underdogs and given little chance. Dave’s for the Eagles, he believes they’re SuperBowl bound, and he may be right. I want players to think of the badge not the pay, before the sport I once loved starts to slowly ebb away. Dear John Terry... Short and sweet My first ever proper game when i was 10 was Chelsea 7-4 Pompey on Xmas morning 1959, Greavesie got 4. So we asked you to get involved on social media by sending in your prose, dedicated to your favourite clubs and players.

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Andy Harris: Sergio Aguero a world class act, the best in the league and that's a fact. Unlike Yaya you never hear him moan, he can play with a partner or can be deadly alone. They once fed a goat and then he would score, now we have an Argentine that the whole club adores. With the ball at his feet he tears defences apart, his goals aren't like sport they are more like an art. Mad-lettuce-disease!” I proclaimed, “Those people are eating the ‘vegetables’ they grow!” Giving the word ‘vegetables’ the same scorn I might lavish on ‘cigarettes’.

I could be a songwriter, you know,” I said, “just give up this life of college drudgery and hang with T-Swift”. No one denied my obvious talent.