There are now so many outlets for a fan’s fury that it has become a 24-hour job to be angry, writes Harry Pearson
A few years ago a friend of mine took his six-year-old son to his first match. It was at the Stadium of Light during a fractious period for the home side. They conceded early. As all around him fans shook their fists and vented their fury with the players, the manager, the owner, my friend looked across at his son. The boy was weeping uncontrollable. “What’s the matter?” his father asked. “I don’t like it. I don’t like it,” his son sobbed. “Why are the men so angry?” They left at half time.

The row over Tottenham fans’ use of the word yids has started a wider debate about discriminatory terminology, argues
Plans for Ashton Gate include installing rail seats but Bristol City will not benefit unless the law changes, 
Trains are an important mode of transport for fans but