The idea is to make the words interesting, even downright fascinating. Of course, things can go too far. Deplorably, guru-talk, has run away with itself.

It happens in every game. The referee goes up to a player, or a group of players, and delivers what looks like a stern lecture.

The MLS Is Back tournament, championship, extravaganza, whatever it was, worked out pretty well, I thought. I mean, given how hastily it was concocted.

If there's one factor above all others that thoroughly incenses me about VAR, it's this business of dictatorial offside decisions based on millimetric measurements.

When Atlanta announced that it had signed Frank De Boer as the coach to replace Tata Martino, I called the appointment a "betrayal."

If you were a season-ticket holder with a big club and found that, seated next to you at every game, there was Taylor Twellman, how long before you requested a different seat?

Some years ago I read an article in the English press that greatly irritated me. I tore the page from the newspaper and put it aside for further study.

Another episode of quarantine-induced nostalgia has surfaced. We're going back over 70 years for this one ...

I return to the worrying tale of Eric Garcia, the young Man City defender severely injured last Wednesday.

Alas for the English Premier League, usually so deft at promoting itself. Here we had the long-awaited (it's been 100 days) return.

German "ghost games" have presented soccer with a unique opportunity to explore one of its most contentious areas.

So here comes the difficult bit. Trying to make a coherent whole of my dealings with and memories of college soccer since 1960.

The 1971 Division 1 Final (Howard 3 St Louis 2) played in the cavernous -- and lamentably empty -- Orange Bowl started my rethink about college soccer.

College soccer -- the men's version -- has been going through something of a crisis recently. Caused by the fear that the NCAA might take action that would threaten the very existence of many college soccer programs. The threat still hovers.

The immobility of quarantine at least gives one time to think, to reflect, to remember. I've been playing around with all three.