Chips and chocolate, for some of us at least, still hold most of the answers.

"Let’s have some new clichés," film producer Samuel Goldwyn once demanded.

Until this week, managers, in various codes, would demand to be judged on their records, or their signings, or perhaps, in recent times, how "the group" was getting on with their philosophy.

It is one of the great inconveniences hindering daily newspapers; the inability to postpone our All-Ireland final verdicts until Up For The Match is over.

The hurler and footballer and soccer player on the ditch is a great fella for tradition. This can be a nuisance for brave, forward-looking men like Páraic Duffy and Pete Winkelman.

There was a timely boost for the Premier League, this week, when it was estimated that at a typical Arsenal home game, more than 6,000 people with tickets don’t show up at all.

In October 1983, as she sat down to write her 301st column for the Los Angeles Herald Examiner, Diane Shah had a dream.

"It’s been years since the Super Bowl felt as significant as the draft."

As Premier League transfer activity intensifies, armies of sports lawyers are poised for an orgy of t-crossing and i-dotting on complicated contracts.

Compared to Louis van Gaal’s honeymoon, Kimye’s went unheralded.