At an Irish sports bar in Gdańsk I watch Hammarby go out of the Europa League qualifiers. It starts evenly. The team plays at home in front of a cheering, albeit rather small crowd, but Raków Częstochowa scores 1–0 just before half-time and the home team never recovers. Sara mourns. I cheer silently and tweet about Hammarby’s constant ability to lose. Then […]
This story is only covered by news sources that have yet to be evaluated by the independent media monitoring agencies we use to assess the quality and reliability of news outlets on our platform. Learn more here.
At an Irish sports bar in Gdańsk I watch Hammarby go out of the Europa League qualifiers. It starts evenly. The team plays at home in front of a cheering, albeit rather small crowd, but Raków Częstochowa scores 1–0 just before half-time and the home team never recovers. Sara mourns. I cheer silently and tweet about Hammarby’s constant ability to lose. Then […]