Martin Bihl was born in New York City the year William Faulkner died. He writes long sentences, reads old books, drinks rare whiskies, travels widely, listens to Bill Evans, and does not suffer fools, liars, or frauds. In addition to writing about sport, he creates advertising, teaches it at a variety of Universities, writes about it at the-agency-review.com, speaks on it at conferences, and consults with companies about doing it better than they are. Reach him via twitter.
Before I get to Lampard’s debut, it is well to remember the famous article in The Onion in which Philadelphia…
Permit me a brief, if not unexpected, digression. Believe me, I’ll get to Pirlo in a second. On the last…
Within the small circles I run, fans of New York City FC have asked me to help them with the…
Yankee Stadium was awash in blue on Sunday when NYCFC and Toronto squared off, but it was not purely the…
Consistency, Emerson said, is the hobgoblin of little minds. But Emerson never played soccer; if he had he’d know that…
You come here from your somewhere else and New York seems like this massive sweating heaving beast, stretching insanely towards…
There are a lot of things one learns when covering a team as singlemindedly as I’ve been focused on NYCFC…
Before we dive directly into a discussion of this Round 5 game of the Lamar Hunt U.S. Open Cup, permit…
Amidst the cheering of the 24,000 faithful, amidst a certain Norwegian American scoring his second goal on his second continent…
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