If we’ve learned anything from Netflix TV series, sports podcasts and purveyors of fancy doughnuts, it’s that you can have too much of a good thing. What is at first new and exciting can soon become bewilderingly oversaturated, and soon you have no idea what’s good anymore, or indeed, what to listen to while you are queuing at the Krispy Kreme drive-thru, writes Tommy Martin.

There is a point in the career of a retired footballer when they go Full Pundit.

We are the rats, the Aviva Stadium is our lab, and we’re going to get our arses electrocuted no matter what happens, writes Tommy Martin

At school, there was nothing quite like fight day, writes Tommy Martin.

I get a lift to five-a-side football on a Monday night with two Italian guys called Francesco and Mariano.

If it is possible for an event, which mainly consisted of middle-aged men in a state of wheezy exhaustion, to be considered spiritual, then Tuesday’s Liam Miller Tribute match certainly was that, writes Tommy Martin

Williams has been adopted, willingly, as the battle queen of modern feminism, a shining emblem of the global movement towards equality and to right the wrongs dealt by millennia of patriarchy, writes Tommy Martin

Avoiding compulsory military service has a long and honourable history — from cross-dressing Corporal Klinger in MASH to Donald Trump’s bone spurs — and the recent plight of Tottenham’s South Korean striker Son Heung-min showed that the art of draft-dodging remains highly relevant, writes Tommy Martin.

Are the Dubs even bored of the Dubs?