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Akhmetov’s Own Goal

Shakhtar Donetsk white shirt
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Current Ukrainian Premier League champions and former Europa League victors FC Shakhtar Donetsk is one of Ukraine’s leading Football clubs. The vivid black and orange colours that adorn their kits are perhaps appropriately symbolic of the dark and fiery political struggle that threatens the future of those living in the Eastern Donbas region that the club calls home, and possibly even the club itself.

Two oblasts comprise what is known as “The Donbas”; Luhansk and Donestk, names that Continue reading →

FBTG’s WM

Morocco Football fans world cup
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Every Football blog is now going overdrive as our sport’s most prestigious competition kicks off today. We are sure that you already have your bets made, your annual leave days booked, your travel plans arranged and your fingers crossed. But we offer our own predictions as to how the tournament will unravel in ways that may not have crossed your mind before.

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Slav It Up

Gopnik style
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With the arrival of Leonid Slutsky at the KC this summer, we figured some of the Hull faithful may feel like going that extra mile during Football matches to make him feel at home. But how to make your stadium atmosphere legit Slav? If the Boothferry Boys, or anyone else for that matter, wants to be as Russian as possible this season, they just need to follow our easy 5 step guide to Slav it up. Spoiler alert; pyro not necessary Continue reading →

The Other Arsenal

Arsenal Tula fans
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You take your son down the Gunners. You wrap him up in 4 layers and the same red and yellow scarf you wore as a boy to protect him from the -10 degrees. Boris at the kiosk hands over the sunflower seeds, yesterday’s newspaper to sit on and vodka to suppress the bitter cold. Teenage gopniks catch your eye opposite the underpass, grimy faces squatting by a burnt out car. They spit in your direction, your hand tightens around your son’s.

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