This game kicked off to chants of ‘Putin Khuylo’ (Putin is a dickhead).
The modern evil monster overshadowed an eve-of-Halloween clash at 3.30pm on a Wednesday.
Third, the wolfmen of Polissya, versus Ukraine Premier League fifth and the kids, off school for half term, were out in droves.
Continue reading Howl lotta love – Polissya Zhytomyr 2 Kryvbas Kryvyi Rih 1
For my money, it’s the most beautiful ground in the world.
War has renewed the Lobanovski stadium’s former glory.
Dinamo play here, not the Olimpiski, as do Zorya Luhansk, despite leaving Luhansk ten years back.
Continue reading Where the trees sing – Dinamo Kyiv 1 Shakhtar Donetsk 1
Eleven years on, and they’re still wonderful.
Why someone – maybe the National Eisteddfod – can’t get them to the UK to perform is a mystery.
In the meantime, you have to come here or go to France where their brand of cabaret has a market.
The art hotel in Uzhhorod is, almost literally, bananas.
I told my Kyiv friend Anya and she said write about it, so this is for her.
For £32 a night you get breakfast and a splash of glitz.
9pm Rock bands play on Maidan square. People head home.
In the city hall’s main chamber, which has been commandeered by opposition parties, food is served and hundreds of people from the west of Ukraine are sleeping on the floor.
2.20pm Independence Square (Maidan) calm. Thousands of people milling around. No police visible.
Les Bleus were bleu-dy awful and this must rank as Ukraine’s greatest day in football – the moment the champion chokers beat a world power convincingly.
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