Guessing right can spell disaster for pressurised goalies

WHEN I slip on the Superman jim-jams, pile an extra marshmallow into my Irish Examiner-branded mug of hot cocoa and pad up the stairs to bed with a water bottle tucked under my arm, I like to have a good book waiting on the bedside cabinet.

Who doesn’t like that, reader? At the moment — since you ask — I’m rattling through an oral history of the world’s largest and most powerful TV sports network, ESPN.

Those Guys Have All The Fun is the height of a small child but is a cracking trip through the past three decades in their weird, isolated base in Bristol, Connecticut.