Is it really worth getting so angry about sport? – Telegraph.co.uk

On the morning that Britain voted to leave the European Union, I was in Paris covering Euro 2016, and quite honestly football was the last thing on my mind. I walked the streets of Oberkampf and Le Marais listlessly and without purpose, trying and failing to organise my thoughts, engulfed in a quiet, private devastation.

As the repercussions began to jolt into motion, as politicians sank without trace, as markets and currencies collapsed, I feverishly weighed up my options: claim political asylum and refuse to leave my Rive Gauche hotel room, or return to Britain with the €50 in my wallet and use it to buy a house in Mayfair.