'Reality' is a notion that journalists take for granted.

A good nationalism has to depend on a principle of the common people, on myths of a struggling commonality.

I was 10 when I realised I couldn't stand football. I'd tried, obviously, before this - no one wants to give in to social pariah-hood without a fight. I had stood frozen on pitches, done some running about and shouted a lot, as though I cared.

Traveling alone offers the chance to test the limits of what you think you know about yourself.

Fans of football and fans of nationhood have a similar zeal. Read the fanzines: their contributors could find a needle-sized diss in a haystack of compliments, and their passions are fundamentalist.

The idea that people in novels should be more sympathetic than people in life simply baffles me.

I wasn't like other boys. At any rate, I wasn't like my three elder brothers: they excelled at football and they were like other boys, going up to bed each night hugging annuals filled with stories about the glories of Pele and Danny McGrain.