Stades où je reviens sans cesse

My brain’s basically a hard drive full of fixtures, so this is the list I send mates when they ask, “Where should we watch something actually happen?” It’s a mix of cathedrals of football, cricket’s nerd temples, and the Olympic leftovers that turned out to be ridiculously good fun. Think of it as my passing map across London’s sporting spine: some obvious big diagonals, a few geeky little triangles, and the odd long ball to Twickenham when you just need to hear a national anthem belted out live.