JE M'APPELLE KALVIN - The Square Ball 23/6/22
Paris Summer Written by: David Guile There always comes a moment when the elephant in the room is impossible to ignore. You can try to carry on as normal if you like. At some point, though, you’re going to be forced to acknowledge that something is blocking the sunlight, there’s a random tusk poking you in the back and the smell of pachyderm shit is making your morning coffee less than enjoyable. It’s finally time to face up to the fact that Kalvin Phillips probably won’t be a Leeds United player for much longer. That’s football, sadly. No matter how high you rise up the food chain there’s always going to be an apex predator waiting to cannibalise you while Jim White watches, gleefully narrating your club’s evisceration like a ghoulish David Attenborough. Call it the Law of the Jungle, or the Circle of Life, or whatever makes you feel better about it. At least it’s Manchester City this time, rather than Norwich. At least we’ve all assumed it’s going to be City. A new name enter...