FIFA World Cup

I got into this whole FIFA analysis thing because my buddy Mark kept bragging at the pub about how the big sports events always save the economy. You know the type, the guy who just reads the headlines. I told...

Man, I don’t know about you guys, but sometimes you just get a weird itch. You start clearing out some old digital junk, maybe a folder named ‘Stuff from 2006,’ and suddenly, boom, nostalgia hits you like a truck. For...

It sounds easy, right? Brazil’s 2006 World Cup squad. You type it in, hit enter, and boom—twenty-three names show up. But man, let me tell you, that list is like a greasy part in a machine shop. Everyone knows the...

Man, I never thought I’d be spending a whole afternoon tracking down the name of a football, but here we are. This all started a few weeks ago when my neighbor’s kid, little Mikey, was over. He’s all into the...

Man, let me tell you how this whole thing started. It wasn’t because I suddenly woke up and decided to be a sports historian. Nah. It all began because my central air conditioning unit decided to give up the ghost...

Man, let me tell you, this whole thing started because of my cousin’s kid, Jake. This kid, he’s eighteen, right? Plays football, thinks he knows everything about the game. He was yapping on about the latest World Cup, all the...

The title today talks about the best U-20 Women’s World Cup stats, right? You see those highlight reels and the standard lists—most goals, Golden Boot winner, all that noise. But anyone who’s ever really dug into the actual game knows...

Man, this whole player prediction thing? It started with a total mess, naturally. I wasn’t just sitting around one rainy Tuesday thinking, “Gee, let’s build a complex statistical model for the France World Cup.” No way. It all kicked off...

I was just chilling the other week, flicking through some old match highlights. You know, those classic World Cup moments, guys in national colors, the sheer chaos and passion of it all. Then I saw a headline pop up about...

Man, let me tell you. When the FIFA Club World Cup got locked down for Atlanta, my phone absolutely blew up. Everyone in my football-mad crew—the usual twelve of us—immediately demanded tickets. Not just any tickets, they demanded cheap tickets....