Meera Sodha’s vegan recipe for lime and sesame cold noodles with miso ‘meatballs’ | Vegetables | The Guardian

Keyword – Food
Trefwoorden – Vegetables, Food, Tofu, Sauces and gravies, Noodles, Main course, Vegan food and drink, Vegetarian food and drink, Japanese food and drink
Title – Meera Sodha’s vegan recipe for lime and sesame cold noodles with miso ‘meatballs’ | Vegetables | The Guardian
Author – https://www.theguardian.com/profile/meera-sodha
Link – Meera Sodha’s vegan recipe for lime and sesame cold noodles with miso ‘meatballs’ | Vegetables | The Guardian
Publish date – 2026-06-20T05:00:53.000Z
Category – Lifestyle
URL – https://www.theguardian.com/food/2026/jun/20/lime-sesame-cold-noodles-miso-meatballs-vegan-recipe-meera-sodha

W hat’s your favourite hot weather food? Mine’s gazpacho. I’m joking – gazpacho’s lovely, but cold noodles are my top pick because, in the summer, they meet me exactly where I am in both the cooking and the eating. They don’t need much by way of cooking, and they can be dressed and paired with many a store-cupboard ingredient – in today’s case, tahini, miso and sesame oil. Best of all, cooling the noodles shocks the starches, which makes them firmer and gorgeously “QQ”, a Taiwanese term used to describe food that’s delightfully bouncy and springy. Which personally, is how I’d like to feel all summer long.

Lime and sesame cold noodles with miso “meatballs”

You’ll need a food processor to make these.

Prep 10 min Cook 35 min Serves 4

280g very firm tofu , drained and roughly chopped ( Tofoo ’s is by far the firmest I’ve come across) 60g dried breadcrumbs 4 tbsp white miso paste 2 tbsp agave syrup Fine sea salt 2 tbsp rapeseed oil 250g ramen noodles 2½ tbsp tahini 3 tbsp lime juice (from 2-3 limes) 2 tbsp toasted sesame oil 150g radishes , thinly sliced 150g cucumber , quartered and sliced 30g mint , leaves picked to get 18g

First make the “meatballs”. Put the tofu in a food processor with the breadcrumbs, two tablespoons of the miso, half a tablespoon of agave syrup and an eighth of a teaspoon of salt (in other words, a big pinch). Pulse or blend until the mix comes together into a dough, then tip out, break into roughly 20g pieces and roll into balls.

Put the rapeseed oil in a nonstick frying pan on a medium heat and, when it’s hot, fry the miso meatballs for 10 minutes, shaking the pan every so often so they fry evenly (and don’t catch and burn).

Meanwhile, cook the noodles according to the packet instructions, then drain, rinse under cold water, until they’re cold, and leave to drain.

Now make the dressing. Whisk the remaining two tablespoons of miso with the tahini, lime juice, the remaining tablespoon and a half of agave syrup, the toasted sesame oil and three-quarters of a teaspoon of salt.

Put the drained noodles and dressing in the empty noodle pan, add the radishes, cucumber, mint and meatballs, and mix well. Transfer to a large platter or divide between four bowls, and serve.

‘How do I deal with my rage? I put it in everything I do’: Killing Eve’s Sandra Oh on fury, friendship and hitting her prime in midlife | Sandra Oh | The Guardian

Keyword – Television & radio
Trefwoorden – Sandra Oh, Theatre, National Theatre, Killing Eve, Television & radio, Film, Stage, Culture
Title – ‘How do I deal with my rage? I put it in everything I do’: Killing Eve’s Sandra Oh on fury, friendship and hitting her prime in midlife | Sandra Oh | The Guardian
Author – https://www.theguardian.com/profile/emmabrockes
Link – ‘How do I deal with my rage? I put it in everything I do’: Killing Eve’s Sandra Oh on fury, friendship and hitting her prime in midlife | Sandra Oh | The Guardian
Publish date – 2026-06-20T11:00:05.000Z
Category – Culture
URL – https://www.theguardian.com/tv-and-radio/2026/jun/20/sandra-oh-interview-killing-eve-theatre

S andra Oh bursts into a back room at the National Theatre in London with wayward post-rehearsal energy. The 54-year-old, long one of the most stylish actors in Hollywood, is in brown linen, a herringbone jacket and hat and sunglasses, which she removes before collapsing into a chair and throwing her head forward, arms outstretched, hair splayed across the table. “It’s just the fucking process of it,” she groans. “We just finished our first stagger-through, which if anyone is an actor – it’s early days, so the fact we made it through was great. It’s brutal. We started in the Lyttelton, and it’s interesting to be in that space and to hear verse. You can really hear it. It’s not just about volume or speed. It’s not even solely about intention. You learn so much just being in that space, but the big thing is – sorry.” She catches herself. “I’m just marching on.” And she bellows with laughter.

Oh has been in London for just over a month rehearsing her role as Alice in a modern reimagining of Molière’s Le Misanthrope. It’s a happy return; eight years ago, she was in the capital to film the first of four series of the hit show Killing Eve , which became a phenomenon and changed her life as an actor for ever. Oh played Eve Polastri, the shambolic but brilliant British intelligence agent, who, along with Jodi Comer’s Villanelle, made for one of the best spy capers of recent years. Now, she is playing a novelist – gender-flipped from the 17th-century original, in an adaptation by Martin Crimp – who is fed up with the flattery and dishonesty of the people around her. It’s a deliberate pivot to theatre; last summer, she appeared as Olivia in a starry production of Twelfth Night at the Delacorte Theater in Central Park, New York. In the autumn, she made her debut at New York’s Metropolitan Opera in a production of Donizetti’s comic opera La Fille du Régiment. Unlike the sometimes fraught me-me-meism of screen work, says Oh, working in theatre in general and at the National in particular “is a collaborative thing” – not least, she adds drily, because no one does it for the money. “Everyone has to bring their best and most open selves. And everyone else loves watching everyone succeed.”

It’s a dynamic that suits Oh in her current phase. In the last few years, she has become that rare figure in Hollywood, a famous woman who has only grown more powerful with age, a champion of younger performers and something of a truth-teller in an industry full of people encouraged by flattery to talk absolute rubbish. She is funny, shrewd, insightful and, above all, generous in her insights. A few years ago, in the New Yorker , she spoke about surviving years of racism as a woman of Asian origin trying to get ahead as an actor. (On white male directors not casting her, she said: “It’s like being able to get over a bad boyfriend. They’re not going to call. Just move on and hang out with the young women who want you to be their mom.”) Later, she described to the New York Times a sense of being “deep into this very rich middle part of [my] life” in which “only now do [I] have enough strength and hopefully curiosity to go into the places of asking the question: why did I do that? Who has been steering the ship? Because now, in this back half of my life, I’m the captain of the ship.”

In the diaries Oh has been keeping since she was a child – extracts of which have appeared in papers and podcasts – one gets the sense of an introspective, literary person, with a deep connection to where she came from – the suburb of Ottawa, Canada, where Oh still has friends from grade school. If we loved her 20 years ago as Dr Cristina Yang in Grey’s Anatomy – a blunt, brilliant cardiothoracic surgeon – these days Oh appears as a sage-like person very much in her prime, which, she tells me, she finds, “incredibly liberating and also, like, enraging”.

We’ll get to that. A fortnight before I meet Oh at the theatre, I see her in a studio on the eve of the first week of rehearsals. As an actor gearing up to appear at the National for the first time, Oh had, a few weeks earlier, the amazing good fortune to run into Fiona Shaw at a grocery store in her LA neighbourhood, where her Killing Eve co-star happened to be living while filming. “She’s one of the greatest stage actors of her generation and knows the National,” says Oh. In the supermarket aisle and later, over breakfast at Oh’s house, Shaw gave her a bunch of hacks about the stage at the Lyttelton. “She said, ‘If you’re going to be on this stage, look out for [the sight lines] in this area,’ or, ‘This is the strongest area on stage, do this technicality this way.’ She was giving me the gold. I could not believe it.”

In the studio that first day we meet, Oh is in a cropped leather jacket and soft leather shoes that are “good and supportive. I need structure.” Don’t we all, I say, and Oh cackles. In fact, while it’s the structural and technical aspects of theatre work that she enjoys, it’s TV that made Oh. Her jump to leading roles came relatively late. It’s strange, these days, to stumble across Oh in old movies in parts that seem wildly too small for her – the other day, while watching the 2001 film The Princess Diaries with my kids, I was taken aback to see Oh as the cartoonish Vice Principal Gupta. Other credits from that period include “fourth fired employee” from something called Full Frontal and “marketing person” from the movie For Your Consideration.

Despite enjoying great, early success in TV in Canada and becoming a prominent ensemble player for nine years in Grey’s Anatomy (2005-14), it wasn’t until Killing Eve that she really ascended to leading role status. Famously, when her agent called her with the script for the show, Oh assumed she was to read for a minor character. “‘So Nancy, I don’t understand, what’s the part?’” Oh recounted saying to her agent at the time. “And Nancy goes: ‘Sweetheart, it’s Eve, it’s Eve.’”

Oh as Eve was a revelation; by turns sardonic, baffled, excavating every nuance of what it is to be a frustrated, overlooked cog in the machine, and all the while harbouring star status that let out in her electric chemistry with Comer.

Eight years and another big show – Netflix’s excellent comedy drama, The Chair – later and Oh’s attitude to all this history is by turns philosophical, resigned and, increasingly, weary of being asked to relive it. She’s that rare actor willing to say crunchy political things such as “Patriarchy runs within all of us” or “If you’re going to put all your stock and wait for the white dude to give you the opportunity … that’s destructive.” Equally, however, raking over and over the bad times gets old. When I ask what makes her angry these days, she says: “Isn’t that just the question and the challenge of life? How do you deal with life not being fair, or/and turning out the way you want? You’ve gotta figure it out. You have to find different avenues to work out what’s going on subconsciously and consciously. Typically women have – I shouldn’t say ‘typically women’.” She thinks for a moment. “No, I will say that. I think this is the one thing that particularly straight men have a much more difficult time with, which is to find friendships where there are deep conversations, and where they can talk things out. I have that relationship with friends, both men and women, because I’m lucky, but also when you’re an artist you’re trying to figure that out all the time in your work.”

Figure out what, exactly?

“Figure out what you’re saying, which is: how do I deal with my rage? Or: how do I deal with what’s going on in the world? You can work that out physically, or talking-wise, or you can work that out in art. I will say I’ve been putting that in every single project.”

The talking part is vital to Oh, a “big believer in therapy” who maintains strong connections with her oldest friends. For two years in the early 2000s she was married to Alexander Payne, the director, with whom she worked on the 2004 movie Sideways, and while she won’t talk about her personal life, she will talk about her other relationships. Oh grew up as one of three children of parents – mother a biochemist, father who worked in business – who moved to Canada from South Korea in the 1960s, and thinks her middle child status has something to do with her self-appointed role as a “bringer-inner. I’m a keeper of people. I’m not an outsider that way. I like the harmony and community.”

Just that morning, she says, she was on a video call with her oldest friend in Canada, a woman she has known since she was six and with whom she has been through many phases of friendship. “You have to grow out of your teenagehood, and then you hit another thing when you’re in your 30s.” This was the period during which she and her friend sought help from a therapist together because, “we were growing into different people and were trying to figure out how to still stay close”. And, “I gotta tell you,” she says, “it was really hard.” Was there a chance it might not have worked out between them? “No. I feel like the people who are closest to me have to be able to confront things.”

She bursts out laughing at my expression. “Look how nervous you got.”

I did!

“You thought about who you’re anxious about and then you thought, could I [confront them]? That would be really bad. But then …” She’s not far off.

It’s useful to remember that Oh isn’t American, and while Canadians can be as avoidant as the British when it comes to emotional honesty, she reminds me that “Korean people are pretty confrontational. There’s a different thing within the [Korean] family structure – although I do think I’m different, even within my family.” It took her time to learn how to confront people without flying off the handle. “I had to go through so much therapy not to be so reactive.”

Her broad rule of thumb in relationships is, “openness, confidence, willingness. Being non-judgmental. I just think the freer you are, the freer you let everyone else be.” She says: “I have a lot of longstanding friendships. I cherish them and I’m good at maintaining them. I’m the connector of the various groups. I’ll start the WhatsApp, or I’ll start the Zoom during Covid. I’m the one, often times, saying: ‘OK, let’s all go somewhere!’ You need to put the work in, you can’t just sail by.” These things take work, of course. There is the question of resentment. “Yes. You think it only happens in love relationships, but that’s not true.”

W hen Oh was fresh out of theatre school, someone said something to her that she never forgot. Acting hadn’t been her first goal, or rather, she’d disguised to her family how intent she was on pursuing it. “I’m the only person in my family who doesn’t have a master’s,” she has said. She won a place to study journalism at university, which she promised her parents she’d return to if nothing came of the acting gig. Instead, after graduating from the National Theatre School of Canada in Montreal, Oh was immediately cast in the 1994 Canadian premiere of David Mamet’s Oleanna. “And a good friend said to me: ‘Oh my God, congratulations, I’m so happy for you. I’m so jealous, and I’m so happy.’ And I saw that she meant both things and that she held both things, and that I could hold both things as well.”

The crucial lesson Oh took from this exchange is that jealousy can be neutralised as long as you own up to it, and this has been key to her experience of hanging on to old friends. “I kept all my friends from early childhood and my theatre school mates, and my working relationship with people in Canada. I’m hopefully going to shoot something in Toronto and went out to dinner with the producer and I was ‘cheersing’ him, like, you know darling, this is our 30-year relationship. That has great meaning for me.”

She thinks and adds: “Life can be destabilising, so you have to figure out: what are your stabilisers?”

During those early years of her career in Canada, Oh enjoyed huge amounts of success. After the Mamet play, she was cast as the lead in a critically acclaimed TV movie called The Diary of Evelyn Lau, which told the story of a teenage runaway, followed by the title role in a CBC biopic of Adrienne Clarkson, a Chinese Canadian who became an acclaimed journalist and the governor general of Canada. For her lead in a film called Double Happiness, Oh won a best actress award at the Genies, the Canadian equivalent of the Baftas. And so she did what successful Canadian actors do: packed up and headed for Hollywood.

The crash was brutal and instantaneous. Soon after arriving in LA, an agent told her there were no roles for Asian actresses for at least another year and she’d be better off returning to Canada to “get famous” (she was already famous in Canada). Oh had to take encouragement where she could find it, as she had been doing since she was 10 years old and noticed every person of colour on screen, or, later, took heart from the example set by Yoko Ono. She had two personal interactions “in very key moments” during those years that helped her stay the course when it seemed as if the breakthrough would never come. In 1997, Oh won a CableAce award for best actress in a comedy, for her role in an HBO show called Arliss. At the ceremony, she ran into Alfre Woodard, the Oscar-nominated actor currently knocking it out of the park alongside Alfred Molina in the Netflix sci-fi hit The Boroughs. “She didn’t know who I was,” says Oh, “but she took me aside and said something very wonderfully encouraging, which was just, basically, keep going, baby. And that meant a lot to me; I knew who Alfre Woodard was and respected her as an artist, and it was someone just saying, ‘Keep on going.’”

The second encourager was Jamie Foxx, whom she met at another awards do – Oh laughs, “that’s when you meet these people. And he also basically said keep going.” It doesn’t take much. “No. Sometimes when young people will come to you, they are open and vulnerable and it’s a certain responsibility as adults to guide them. It can be just a kind word or you can actually invest in a moment and really talk to the young person.”

Oh does this admirably and with a certain amount of amused tough love. To those in her industry who complain endlessly about the cost of fame, she says mildly, “Nothing is free.” If it all gets too much – the attention, the speculation – she points out, “You can always go away.” (They never do.) Oh says she has never been particularly vulnerable when it comes to being addicted to fame, or to anything else for that matter. “I don’t think that I was ever in danger. Meaning, like, even my lowest times, they were normal lows, like being heartbroken or depressed because you don’t know what to do – normal things. Maybe I’m not willing to say what my addictions are, but they’re not the classic ones. I’ve got to this point where – it’s so boring; it’s so boring,” she says with comic despair, “‘I have to drink less, because of my stomach.’ It’s bullshit. It’s such a bore.”

She meditates. (“Everything you need to figure out in life is found sitting on that cushion.”) And she moves around. Before any new role, Oh leans into the physicality of the piece – she’s a big fan of body work. “But not exercise; not sports. I like dancing; I like moving my body. I think there are answers in the body. I think there are things that are trapped in the body.” She preps for roles on the move and will often walk a circuit to help memorise a script. “I always look for a park and a tree to learn my lines. It works better for me. When I was doing Killing Eve, I was in this garden and there was a specific tree.” Round and round she went, until she had the part down.

She says good writing is the key to good acting, and I ask if Phoebe Waller-Bridge’s scripts for that first series of Killing Eve made her job easier. “Yes, and that has to do – specifically with television and film – that has to do with tone. Something like a play you have a lot more room to interpret it. Something like television, you need the tone to be right there on the page. To write tone, you have to be coming from a very specific point of view.”

While the new version of Le Misanthrope has been put into modern language, the dialogue is still in verse and Oh finds it thrilling – “the challenge of technical language is juicy for me, because you have to work a different muscle. It’s a different way of putting in the emotional discovery. It’s an old play!”

It is; Le Misanthrope opened in 1666 at the Théâtre du Palais-Royal in Paris, though Oh finds it has relevance for our times. “Molière set it in his theatre milieu where there are artists and writers and gossip. It’s a lot about hypocrisy and Alice’s own search for honesty and truth, which has meaning in 2026 – the difficulty in finding truth. I hope it has a wider meaning about what it is to want to tell the truth, want to be honest, and how difficult it is.” In the play, Alice gets into trouble for speaking her mind, and, says Oh, “I need to figure out what that means – not only for the character. What does it mean to speak your mind at this time of your life? What is it about a woman who speaks her mind and then gets shot down because of it?”

A few months ago, Oh voiced her support for Zohran Mamdani, the democratic socialist and newly elected mayor of New York, and was thrilled when he showed up at a performance of Twelfth Night in Central Park. “What was amazing, as a non-New Yorker, was to witness how he affected our entire cast, which was very diverse; half over 50, half very young. And the way the cast lit up meeting Mamdani, it was like, oh, this is who he represents and this is how much hope he elicits in New Yorkers.”

Oh is active in promoting the authentic representation of Asian cultures on screen. In 2021, she gave a passionate speech at a Stop Asian Hate rally in Pittsburgh, in which she repeated what has come to be a famous mantra: “I am proud to be Asian. I belong here.” In 2022, she wrote about her career for an online literary magazine, in which she said, “For the first time, I’m finally getting film roles where my character’s name is Korean.”

It has taken such a long time to get here, both in terms of the industry she works in and what she has had to do to process and absorb the years of being sidelined. She’s not there yet, she says. And yet. “All the work that you’re doing, on your own time, with your own heart, in the middle of the fucking night. That doubt? And the raw depression? And the questioning, and the anger? It’s alchemising into something.” When she talks about owning all the different parts of herself – including the internalised racism and misogyny – the conclusion she often comes to is, “There is no self. Meaning you don’t have to be tied to self. But that’s not easy.”

In the meantime, Oh is here to have fun. Backstage at the National, she’s doing the thing she does best, which is creating community. On the table between us is a water bottle decorated with stickers she had made during the run of Twelfth Night of all her co-stars, including Peter Dinklage and Jesse Tyler Ferguson, pulling a face. “Oh, that’s Jesse, tasting hot sauce,” she says, laughing. Later, Oh asks a production assistant if he can get her candid photos of her present co-stars to be made into stickers for the same purpose – an ad-hoc team building thing that amuses her.

And when she leaves the theatre? “I shit you not, I have to sleep,” she says, eyes wide with amazement; Oh, who is by nature wildly energetic, also knows her limitations. “With this play, I need to sleep 10 hours. I get into bed at 8.30pm, and I get up at 7am.” It’s as single focus as it gets, but after all those years of feeling herself to be in the wrong place, denied the opportunities, that’s a luxury she’s here for. “I’m allowed to concentrate on that one thing. I’m doing this for a purpose. It’s a privilege to be able to focus on that. Then hopefully you deliver.”

The Misanthrope is at the Lyttelton at the National Theatre, London, until 1 August.

Shoot credits: Hair: Carlos Ferraz. Makeup: Sara Hill. Stylist’s assistant: Charlotte Gornall. Main image and final shot: pink shirt and white trousers, both Carven ; bracelet, resin ring and resin pendant necklace, all Dinosaur Designs ; earrings and gold ear cuff, both Otiumberg . Fabric and sofa, House of Hackney. Sofa shot: midi dress and embellished shoes, both Simone Rocha . White and yellow dress shot: sequin dress, Huishan Zhang ; earrings, Completedworks . Pink dress shot: organza dress, Cecilie Bahnsen; earrings, Completedworks .

Golden Boot: World Cup 2026 top goalscorers | World Cup 2026 | The Guardian

Keyword – Football
Trefwoorden – World Cup 2026, Football, World Cup, Sport, US sports, Australia sport, Mexico, Czechia, South Korea, South Africa football team, Bosnia and Herzegovina, Canada, Qatar, Switzerland, Brazil, Haiti football team, Morocco football team, Scotland, Australia national football team – Socceroos, Paraguay, Turkey, USA, Curaçao, Ecuador, Germany, Côte d’Ivoire football team, Japan, Netherlands, Sweden, Tunisia football team, Belgium, Egypt football team, Iran, New Zealand, Cape Verde, Saudi Arabia, Spain, Uruguay, France, Iraq, Norway, Senegal football team, Algeria football team, Argentina, Austria, Jordan, Colombia, Democratic Republic of the Congo football team, Portugal, Uzbekistan, Croatia, England, Ghana football team, Panama
Title – Golden Boot: World Cup 2026 top goalscorers | World Cup 2026 | The Guardian
Author –
Link – Golden Boot: World Cup 2026 top goalscorers | World Cup 2026 | The Guardian
Publish date – 2026-06-18T08:17:30.000Z
Category – Sport
URL – https://www.theguardian.com/football/ng-interactive/2026/jun/04/golden-boot-world-cup-2026-top-goalscorers-winner

The Golden Boot is awarded to the World Cup’s top goalscorer, with assists used as a tie-breaker if two or more players finish level. The 2026 tournament has three former Golden Boot winners taking part: Kylian Mbappé of France (eight goals in 2022), England’s Harry Kane (six goals in 2018) and James Rodríguez of Colombia (six goals in 2014).

Mbappé and Kane are among the pre-tournament favourites to finish top scorer in North America, alongside Norway’s Erling Haaland – making his World Cup debut – and Argentina’s Lionel Messi.

Other pre-tournament favourites include Spain’s Mikel Oyarzabal and Lamine Yamal, Vinícius Júnior of Brazil and Portugal’s Cristiano Ronaldo. However, history tells us not to discount a surprise package. Totò Schillaci, initially a back-up striker in Italy’s squad, won the Golden Boot in 1990, while Russia’s Oleg Salenko finished joint-top scorer in 1994, albeit aided by five goals in one game against Cameroon.

Golden Boot contenders have an extra match to rack up the goals in 2026, with a 48-team tournament meaning a round of 32 for the first time. Any team that reaches the semi-finals will finish the World Cup having played eight games, although the highest Golden Boot total ever – Just Fontaine’s 13 goals in six games for France in 1958 – remains an imposing target.

You can no longer have joint winners. If two or more players have the same number of goals and also of assists, the total minutes played in the final competition will be taken into account, with the player playing fewer minutes ranked first.

Colombia’s runoff election expected to trigger shift in decades-long armed conflict | Colombia | The Guardian

Keyword – World news
Trefwoorden – Colombia, World news, Americas, Farc
Title – Colombia’s runoff election expected to trigger shift in decades-long armed conflict | Colombia | The Guardian
Author – https://www.theguardian.com/profile/tiago-rogero
Link – Colombia’s runoff election expected to trigger shift in decades-long armed conflict | Colombia | The Guardian
Publish date – 2026-06-21T05:00:22.000Z
Category – News
URL – https://www.theguardian.com/world/2026/jun/21/colombias-runoff-election-expected-to-trigger-shift-in-decades-long-armed-conflict

Colombians go to the polls on Sunday in a presidential runoff expected to trigger to a dramatic shift in the country’s decades-long armed conflict, now at its most violent point since the landmark 2016 peace agreement between the government and most of the Revolutionary Armed Forces of Colombia (Farc).

Polls show the frontrunner is the Trump-admiring far-right lawyer and millionaire businessman Abelardo de la Espriella, who has vowed to abandon President Gustavo Petro’s “total peace” plan of negotiating the disarmament of all criminal organisations and instead return to full-scale military confrontation with armed groups.

De la Espriella’s opponent in the ballot will be Petro’s chosen successor and the main architect of “total peace”, the leftwing senator Iván Cepeda, who argues for the continuation of the plan, with “necessary changes” .

Cepeda led the polls throughout most of the campaign but was defeated in the first round three weeks ago and has since struggled to attract centrist voters.

The election, in which more than 41 million Colombians are eligible to vote, is expected to deliver another victory for a far-right candidate advocating an iron-fist approach to crime, after the examples of Keiko Fujimori, who is leading the vote count in Peru , and José Antonio Kast, who won last year’s election in Chile .

Amid what many analysts see as a new wave of far-right victories across Latin America, a De la Espriella presidency would leave only Mexico, Brazil, Uruguay and Guatemala under leftwing governments.

Sandra Borda Guzmán, an associate professor of political science at Los Andes University in Bogotá, said De la Espriella successfully tapped into two trends that have shaped recent elections around the world: presenting himself as an anti-establishment “outsider” and promising quick solutions to violence.

He even promised that, if elected, he would restore state control over territories dominated by criminal groups within 90 days – although he later appeared to backtrack , telling Radio Caracol: “I never said I would solve the security problem in 90 days.”

De la Espriella, a lawyer who launched his legal career defending leaders of rightwing paramilitary militias, maintained that his goal during his first three months in office would be to “capture or kill” 10 major narcoterrorist and organised crime leaders.

“Between the international trend favouring candidates who present themselves as anti-political figures and Colombia’s domestic security situation, that combination has helped him significantly,” said Guzmán.

Although violence remains far below the extraordinarily high levels recorded in the decades before the peace deal with the Farc , the past year has been the most violent since the 2016 agreement.

Miguel Bermúdez, a 40-year-old business administrator from the coastal city of Cartagena, said he would vote for De la Espriella largely because he is an “outsider” despite his long history as a lawyer for the rich and powerful .

“For a long time, I’ve been looking for something that feels fresh. I’m tired of that same old political narrative,” said Bermúdez.

Kátia Outten, a 57-year-old dentist from the island of San Andrés, said she would vote for Cepeda because “he understands the needs of ordinary people”.

During his presidency, Cepeda’s backer Petro expanded social programmes and increased the minimum wage. The poverty rate has fallen to its lowest level since records began in 2012.

Outten also decided not to vote for De la Espriella because of what she sees as his sexist views, including a radio interview in which he claimed to have won support among female voters because of the size of his penis .

“Women make up just over 50% of the population. If we go out and vote with women’s empowerment in mind, we can show that all of that rhetoric has no basis,” she said.

Benjamina Ebuehi’s recipe for upside-down blueberry cake | Food | The Guardian

Keyword – Food
Trefwoorden – Food, Cake, Baking, Dessert, Snacks, Fruit, Eggs
Title – Benjamina Ebuehi’s recipe for upside-down blueberry cake | Food | The Guardian
Author – https://www.theguardian.com/profile/benjamina-ebuehi
Link – Benjamina Ebuehi’s recipe for upside-down blueberry cake | Food | The Guardian
Publish date – 2026-06-19T05:00:23.000Z
Category – Lifestyle
URL – https://www.theguardian.com/food/2026/jun/19/upside-down-blueberry-cake-recipe-benjamina-ebuehi

I grew up thinking the only fruit that was allowed in an upside-down cake was tinned pineapple, so once I discovered that no such rule existed and that I had free rein, upside-down cakes became far more exciting. I’ve since used everything from plums and apples to blood oranges, but today I’ve gone for blueberries. And, thanks to how juicy they are, you don’t even need to make a caramel: just toss the berries in sugar. I always add a pinch of five-spice, too, for a warming fragrance that just works. Trust me!

Upside-down blueberry cake

Prep 5 min Cook 1 hr Serves 9

For the topping 350g blueberries 50g caster sugar ¼ tsp five-spice powder For the cake 3 large eggs 120g caster sugar 45g light brown sugar 50g olive oil 80g melted unsalted butter , plus extra for greasing 70g soured cream 165g plain flour 1½ tsp baking powder ¼ tsp fine sea salt Ice-cream , to serve

Heat the oven to 180C (160C fan)/350F/gas 4, and grease and line a 20cm x 20cm square tin with enough baking paper to overhang.

Put the blueberries in a bowl and toss with the caster sugar and five-spice, to coat. Tip them into the lined tin, making sure the berries are spread out evenly and with minimal gaps.

In a second bowl, mix the eggs and sugars until combined. Pour in the oil and melted butter, stir until smooth, then work in the soured cream. Tip in the flour, baking powder and salt, and mix gently until just combined.

Pour the batter over the blueberries, then bake for 40-45 minutes, or until a skewer inserted into the centre of the cake comes out clean. Remove and leave to cool in its tin for a few minutes, then flip the cake upside down on to a serving plate. Serve warm with scoops of ice-cream.

‘Once my tummy stopped shaking, I was absorbed by the scale, spectacle and wonder’: your Steven Spielberg film favourites | Steven Spielberg | The Guardian

Keyword – Film
Trefwoorden – Steven Spielberg, Film, ET: The Extra-Terrestrial, Close Encounters of the Third Kind, Raiders of the Lost Ark, Empire of the Sun, Culture
Title – ‘Once my tummy stopped shaking, I was absorbed by the scale, spectacle and wonder’: your Steven Spielberg film favourites | Steven Spielberg | The Guardian
Author – https://www.theguardian.com/profile/guardian-readers,https://www.theguardian.com/profile/alfie-packham
Link – ‘Once my tummy stopped shaking, I was absorbed by the scale, spectacle and wonder’: your Steven Spielberg film favourites | Steven Spielberg | The Guardian
Publish date – 2026-06-20T12:00:02.000Z
Category – Culture
URL – https://www.theguardian.com/film/2026/jun/20/readers-favourite-spielberg-films-close-encounters-et-raiders-hook

ET the Extra-Terrestrial (1982)

ET is my favourite Spielberg film. It was the first I ever saw at the cinema, when I was eight years old, at Bolton Odeon in 1982. It was also the first film that made me cry – not just cry, but sob all the way home on the bus. I remember feeling completely confused by the fact that I was so happy and yet so sad at the same time. I watched the film with my mum and some of her friends from the Gingerbread Club, a single parents’ organisation that arranged social events and outings, mainly for single mothers. At a time when there was still a stigma attached to being a single parent, it provided a sense of community and support.

Looking back, I think part of the reason I connected so strongly with ET was that it featured a single mum rather than the perfect nuclear family that dominated so many films and TV programmes of the time. It felt much closer to my own reality, and that made me love the film even more. That Christmas, my favourite present was an ET doll with a light-up stomach and glowing fingertip. I adored it. More than 40 years later, I still love the film dearly and never hesitate when someone asks me what my favourite film is. Even now, hearing a few notes of John Williams’s score is enough to bring tears to my eyes within seconds. Andrea, 51, Manchester, UK

Hook (1991)

Universally touted as a Spielberg flop. So much so, that even Spielberg himself started to regret ever making the film. All of this is inconsequential to its meaning for me as a child of the 90s. The film is a trusted comfort. I can quote all the dialogue, and even use phrases from it in my day-to-day life. The casting, the effervescently sad Robin Williams as the boy who accidentally grew up, the lawyer jokes, the warm haze that permeates the film. I remember it being played on free-to-air many times as a child and having my own – pardon the pun – pirated copy. I returned to this film often as a child, and still return to it at least once a year now, when a dose of nostalgia is needed. So despite Spielberg’s protestations, it is my favourite of his oeuvre for many selfish reasons. Rhea, Melbourne, Australia

Close Encounters of the Third Kind (1977)

Close Encounters of the Third Kind will always be the Spielberg movie that means the most to me, as much for the circumstances that led to me seeing it as the wonderful film itself. I was five years of age and my mum decided to take my sister and I to see a movie double bill at a cinema in nearby Chester. From memory, the films we were meant to see were a Spider-Man movie that was actually made for TV, and a much older, Ray Harryhausen-animated, Sinbad film. Long story short, my dad dropped us at the wrong cinema, on the opposite side of town, and my mum decided we should see whatever was showing there rather than venturing through an increasingly dark, wet evening.

The only “suitable” movie was Close Encounters, although my mum said numerous times before buying the tickets that she was worried I might find it scary. Needless to say, her saying that made me feel very nervous indeed! Up until that point, my only issue with seeing a movie with the words “of the Third Kind” in the title was that I hadn’t seen the first two films (I was similarly confused when the crawling text at the beginning of the original Star Wars movie referred to it as “Episode IV”).

Anyway, I sat in the cinema next to my mum, quaking like crazy at this scary movie she was making me watch. But not for long! About 15 minutes in, I famously announced that my tummy had stopped shaking and from that point on I was utterly absorbed by this film of such mindblowing scale, spectacle and wonder. I vividly remember going to bed that night and asking my mum to leave the curtains open so I could see the stars. Spielberg’s genius had opened my very young mind and made it suddenly more curious as to what magic there might be out there. More importantly, I wasn’t afraid to look for it. Scott Harrison, 54, north Wales, UK

Always (1989)

Always, starring Holly Hunter, Richard Dreyfuss and John Goodman, is my feelgood movie. Funny, heartbreakingly sad, great action and classic dialogue: “Girl clothes!” Holly and Richard at their peak, their chemistry was excellent and that they are not your typical Hollywood handsome made you love them more. I have to watch this film every couple of years and I always laugh and always messy-cry and it never fails to reaffirm my faith in people. Spielberg made the perfect love story, but its joy is so often overshadowed by his summer blockbusters. Karen Cusick, 61, Devon

Raiders of the Lost Ark (1981)

Raiders, for its propulsive energy and giddy excitement as Indiana Jones cracks his whip through a booby-trapped temple in the South American jungle. Also choosing Nazis as the villains (and snakes!) was a masterstroke that helps keep the plot itself timeless. Steven Spielberg tips his fedora to the cliffhanger serials of the 1930s and the Tintin stories to bring us the adventure of a lifetime!

Spielberg’s name translates as “play mountain” in German and he brings that playfulness to the screen from the opening shot of the Paramount logo transitioning into a mountaintop in the Peruvian jungle as Indy searches for hidden treasures, before getting caught in snowbound Himalayan bar fights, foot chases through Cairo and an exhilarating truck chase through the desert. As you catch your breath, the chemistry between Indy and Marion has the alchemy of a 1930s screwball comedy. Niall Laverty, Dublin, Ireland

Empire of the Sun (1987)

For me, it is Empire of the Sun . It was one of the first major Hollywood productions allowed to film in communist China, in Shanghai. It is also faithful to JG Ballard’s excellent book. In fact, I can’t read the book now without seeing young Christian Bale as Jamie/Jim. The imagery is extraordinary, the acting feels real, and John Williams’s score is beautiful. The opening scene, with coffins floating down the Yangtze as Suo Gân plays in the background, hooked me immediately. I think I first saw it in year 11, towards the end of term, when our history teachers played it for us.

I already loved history, so the setting was the perfect recipe for me. But what really stayed with me was Jim himself. I was only a few years older than him at the time, and I remember wondering how I would have coped in his situation: separated from his parents, forced to fend for himself and having to grow up amid some awful scenes. I didn’t much like the conclusion I came to. There are scenes I still think about: the young Japanese pilot, the “difficult boy” scene, the atom bomb, and that extraordinary “Cadillac of the skies” moment. War might be the backdrop, but I don’t see it as a film about war. It is about imagination, resilience, choices and consequences. That is why it has stayed with me. Matthew Vandermeer, 50, Brisbane, Australia

The Fabelmans (2022)

I’m a high-school English and film studies teacher. I’m 49 – just a few months older than Close Encounters. The Fabelmans is my favourite film of all time, and is the capstone film we watch to finish my film studies class at Appleton West High School. In it, Spielberg explicitly tells the story of his own childhood and adolescence and his family’s influence on him becoming a film-maker, but he also uses that story to reveal the “how” and the “why” of a lifetime influencing the emotions of his audiences.

Watching The Fabelmans for the first time is an almost religious experience for Spielberg fans around my age. It’s a meditation on growing up with the movies and a sincere attempt to show the next generation of film-makers and enthusiasts all they need to take up the mantle themselves. For fans of Spielberg and the rest of the “New Hollywood” visionaries, there is no better (or more accessible) film to demonstrate how the movies that move us are built on foundations of both science and art, how Spielberg is an absolute master of both, and how his parents’ influence in those polar-opposite arenas made him (and us!) capable of dreaming so vividly on screen.

The Fabelmans also features the most joyous final shot you’ll see in a movie. It made me leap out of my seat in 2022 the same way I did as a kindergartener when ET’s heart started glowing again 40 years prior. The whole film is an elaborate magic trick, and nothing is spoiled when Hollywood’s master emotional illusionist reveals his – and his family’s – biggest secrets. Nathan Ossmann, Appleton, Wisconsin, US

The Color Purple (1985)

The Color Purple tells the stories of sisters separated and of women who help each other through hard times and characters who grow and mature. It shows the downtrodden rising, features fantastic singing and love lasting through decades of separation. The Color Purple is Spielberg’s best film because it shows the strength of women to overcome their circumstances when they support each other. It also has an amazing soundtrack of gospel and jazz and blues. The scene that sticks in my mind is Shug singing gospel demanding her father forgive and accept her. Mandy Purcell, 54, Melbourne, Australia

Duel (1971)

I first read Duel as a very enjoyable short story in Playboy magazine early 1970s. I was elated to learn it had been made into a film and first saw it on UK Channel 4 TV. Now have it as a DVD, regularly watch it, pleased that the lead is played by Dennis Weaver whom I recall from 1950s TV as Chester in Gunsmoke, an American western series. I am mesmerised by the way Spielberg captures the menace of the anonymous driver in the equally anonymous, oversized, unmarked, rust-brown truck, repeating the same conceit – the truck appearing from nowhere to intimidate, bumper to bumper. It’s a one-trick pony but Spielberg makes it fresh every time the bullying takes place. And the ending. Literally a cliffhanger, as an intimidated car driver abandons his vehicle at a cliff’s edge while the truck follows, over the edge and to oblivion. Very clever for a directorial debut. Mike Abbott, 83, London, UK

US Open glory beckons for Wyndham Clark with six-shot lead going into final round | US Open | The Guardian

Keyword – Sport
Trefwoorden – US Open, PGA Tour, European Tour, Golf, Sport, US sports
Title – US Open glory beckons for Wyndham Clark with six-shot lead going into final round | US Open | The Guardian
Author – https://www.theguardian.com/profile/bryan-armen-graham
Link – US Open glory beckons for Wyndham Clark with six-shot lead going into final round | US Open | The Guardian
Publish date – 2026-06-21T03:06:19.000Z
Category – Sport
URL – https://www.theguardian.com/sport/2026/jun/21/us-open-glory-beckons-for-wyndham-clark-with-six-shot-lead-going-into-final-round

Wyndham Clark’s lead shrank, then grew, then all but swallowed the tournament whole. The 2023 US Open champion watched a four-shot advantage get cut in half on Saturday while still on the first hole, only to respond with a masterclass in survival golf as Shinnecock Hills finally delivered the bruising examination players had anticipated all week.

By day’s end, Clark had stretched his lead to a yawning six shots despite shooting an even-par 70. Scottie Scheffler’s one-under 69 was enough to emerge as the closest pursuer, but the world No 1 will begin Sunday’s final round needing something extraordinary to prevent Clark from capturing America’s national championship for a second time in four years .

Clark arrived at the weekend at seven under par after setting the 36-hole scoring record for a US Open at Shinnecock. For a brief moment on Saturday afternoon, that margin looked vulnerable. Sam Stevens birdied the opener while Clark’s approach spun back down the false front of the first green. A tentative first putt left him six feet for par and the return effort slid past the edge.

A four-shot 36-hole lead had become a two-shot 37-hole lead. With winds approaching 40mph sweeping across the exposed property and the Poa annua greens growing firmer and increasingly unpredictable, the red scores began dropping off the leaderboard one after another.

But Clark never came close to joining them. The 32-year-old American birdied the par-five fifth and spent much of the afternoon producing the sort of gritty, unglamorous golf that wins the major championship billing itself as golf’s toughest test. He repeatedly escaped trouble with timely par saves, converting putts from 5ft on three occasions while also rescuing pars from six, seven and 14ft.

“That’s what you have to make to win US Opens,” Clark said. “You’re not going to have too many birdie putts … you’ve got to make those kind of five- to 12-footers.”

Clark had spent the afternoon slipping Shinnecock’s punches, but the 16th was where he landed what may have been the knockout blow. A towering 275-yard approach at the par-five settled inside 5ft of the flag, setting up the first eagle of the week at the hole and effectively slammed the door on the field.

The exposed layout, roughly 80 miles east of Manhattan, played firmer and faster than during the opening two rounds. Of the 10 players who began the day under par, only five finished there.

Rory McIlroy was not among them. The Masters champion appeared ready to mount a serious challenge after producing three consecutive birdies from the fifth hole, including a remarkable 66ft putt from off the sixth green. The surge moved him to two under par and within striking distance of Clark.

Then everything came undone. McIlroy’s approach from just 49 yards at the 10th bounded through the green and led to bogey. A three-putt followed at the 12th. Further mistakes arrived at the 14th, 15th and 18th as a promising round dissolved into a three-over 73. He left the course without speaking to reporters.

While McIlroy and others drifted out of contention, Scheffler marched steadily in the opposite direction. The four-time major and Olympic champion looked to be fading from the mix after opening with back-to-back bogeys, but a birdie at the 10th sparked the turnaround. Scheffler then birdied three consecutive holes from the 14th, holing a 65ft chip from off the green before adding a 12ft birdie putt at the next and narrowly missing eagle at the par-five 16th.

A bogey at the short 17th and a missed birdie chance from 4ft at the last prevented an even lower score, but his 69 was still the best round among the leading contenders and left him alone in second place at one under par.

Sunday’s final round falls on Scheffler’s 30th birthday and Father’s Day and victory would complete the career grand slam. Having already captured the Masters, PGA Championship and Open Championship, he would join Gene Sarazen, Ben Hogan, Gary Player, Jack Nicklaus, Tiger Woods and McIlroy as the only men to win the sport’s four bedrock tournaments.

“I’d rather be leading,” Scheffler said. “But I have an opportunity to go out there and have a great round and give myself a chance to win the tournament.”

Stevens, in a four-way share of second at one-under with Scheffler, Tom Kim and Sahith Theegala, continued one of the week’s most surprising performances. The 29-year-old Texan, playing only his eighth major championship and still in search of his first PGA Tour victory, remained firmly in the mix after another composed display. The former US Open champion Matt Fitzpatrick, who began the day tied for second, slipped backwards with a 74.

Earlier, Emiliano Grillo posted the day’s low score with a three-under 67. The Argentinian became only the second player this week to make four consecutive birdies, matching Dustin Johnson’s feat on Friday, and joined a group of three players at even-par for the championship that included Xander Schauffele and Sam Burns. But all of them are chasing Clark, who first moved into the lead at 7.09pm on Thursday evening and has not relinquished it since.

His six-shot advantage is the third-largest 54-hole lead held by a US Open leader since the second world war. History suggests it will be enough: 21 players have carried a lead of six shots or more into the final round of a major championship with 20 of them going on to win. The lone exception remains Greg Norman’s collapse at the 1996 Masters , where a closing 78 transformed a six-shot advantage into a five-shot defeat against Nick Faldo.

“Scottie is the best player in the world, and he’s going to play probably really good. He always does,” Clark said. “But it’s nice to have a six-shot lead on him.” He added: “I’m not necessarily thinking about my lead or anything. If I go out and execute and go through my process and hit the shots I know I can hit, I like my chances.”

Tournament officials announced a record-equalling $22.5m purse on Saturday, with the winner set to receive $4.5m.

The French aristocrat and the all-American idiot: Henry v Lalas is the World Cup’s most compelling battle | World Cup 2026 | The Guardian

Keyword – Football
Trefwoorden – World Cup 2026, World Cup, US television, Fox, Football, Television, Television & radio, Media, Culture, Sport, Thierry Henry, US sports
Title – The French aristocrat and the all-American idiot: Henry v Lalas is the World Cup’s most compelling battle | World Cup 2026 | The Guardian
Author – https://www.theguardian.com/profile/aaron-timms
Link – The French aristocrat and the all-American idiot: Henry v Lalas is the World Cup’s most compelling battle | World Cup 2026 | The Guardian
Publish date – 2026-06-21T09:00:27.000Z
Category – Sport
URL – https://www.theguardian.com/football/2026/jun/21/thierry-henry-alexi-lalas-fox-world-cup

W e all know someone like Alexi Lalas. He’s the ranter whose rants never actually say anything, the life of the party at the party no one enjoys attending, the “big personality” who’s always misjudging the size of the room. He’s corporate America’s idea of a fun guy, the type of workplace “character” whose business trip hangover never stops him from being first at the hotel breakfast buffet, hair wet, Untuckit shirt untucked. He would absolutely dominate karaoke night at a conference on infrastructure finance. If only this were the limit of Alexi Lalas’s actual impact on the world, our culture would live in blessed ignorance of his existence. But in the real world Alexi Lalas is not a small-time menace working the floor at an infrastructure conference. In the real world Alexi Lalas is American soccer’s brightest media star, and he is everywhere this World Cup.

When Lalas’s Roger Ramjet jaw thrust into frame on Fox at the start of this tournament, it’s fair to assume that many viewers felt a sense of dread similar to that expressed in the Grand Theft Auto meme : “Ah shit, here we go again.” Lalas’s ubiquitousness every World Cup is American TV’s answer to the Iran war: no one wants it, everyone hates it, and as it drags on, it inevitably becomes a face-saving exercise in damage limitation. But there was also a glimmer of hope: for this tournament Fox has enlisted a pair of elite European strikers, Thierry Henry and Zlatan Ibrahimović, to terrorize Lalas and shake proceedings up. Steered by Rebecca Lowe, this new-look panel has promised a slightly more sophisticated approach to covering the tournament than the yahooing belligerence that was Fox’s stock in trade at the last two World Cups.

Zlatan is a dud, the late-career Samir Nasri of pundits – all minimal effort and visible exhaustion. But Henry is magnificent, which is no real surprise for those of us who follow his work through the Champions League season on CBS. And he has already begun to work his blood-twisting magic on the Maga hack at the far-right end of the panel. Brazil v Morocco, Netherlands v Japan, and France v Senegal have all had their admirers, but for sheer drama and eviscerating beauty they have not come close to matching Fox’s on-set title fight. The French aristocrat v the all-American idiot: Henry-Lalas is the real battle of this World Cup .

Henry’s now-viral humiliation of Lalas in the studio kickaround segment the other day – passing the ball with one foot then dragging it away with the other, leaving the defender with 96 caps for the United States to dance with thin air – was absolutely filthy, and in the arena of on-set debate the action has been no less processional. This has been less a battle than a slow-motion scalping, and the good news is it still has weeks left to run.

In contrast to the gormless agreeability and exhausting talkiness that reign on American TV, Henry is a wonderfully unimpressed on-screen presence, all raised eyebrows, frozen double takes, lip quivers and ashen shrugs. But he’s more than just an assembly of rehearsed gestures; he also has a lively mind and a sharp sense of humor. Whenever Titi’s sleek dome pops up on screen, you instantly know what you’re going to get: astute in-game observations, learned references to tactical history and a memorable facial expression or two. Lalas, to use a bit of managerial jargon for players of less refined talents, “offers something different”. Grating contrarianism, relentless jingoism, and a boorish insistence on America as the sport’s future constitute the core of his offering.

Lalas enjoyed a solid playing career, but he’s obviously not in the same league as Henry, widely considered the greatest footballer in Premier League history. This vast gulf in on-field pedigree has become more awkward as the tournament has progressed, with Lalas retreating into a meek silence whenever Henry reveals his depth of footballing experience. In a conversation where his co-panelist is casually reminiscing about his days playing alongside Messi or exchanging shirts with Ronaldo Nazário at the World Cup, what exactly is Lalas going to talk about – coming on as a second-half substitute for Earnie Stewart in a friendly against Scotland in 1998? Helping the Kansas City Wizards finish last in the 1999 MLS Western Conference? Did Lalas enjoy an elite playing career? No. But does he do the background reading that could compensate for his relative lack of standing in a conversation with titans like Henry and Zlatan? Also no. But is he charming or funny or charismatic or otherwise magnetic on screen? Eh, no.

If Clint Dempsey represents soccer’s version of the American dream – growing up in a trailer park and overcoming poverty, hardship, and family tragedy to become arguably the USMNT’s greatest-ever player – Lalas may be the American nightmare: the man who soared into the national consciousness in 1994 in a blaze of kick-ups and flaming hair has ended up an international joke. Once, he sang crunchy dad rock and charmed the Olsen twins; now, he’s on X defending ads during the hydration breaks and quote-tweeting accounts with 197 followers to let us all know how “proud” he is to call the sport soccer, not football (for the last time: WHO CARES?).

Contrast this with Henry. The Frenchman’s voice – the hooting vowels, the fleshy emphases, the rounded Rs delivered out the side of the mouth – adds a dusting of Euro flair to everything he says. Among Henry’s many gifts as a broadcaster is an awareness that it is not always necessary to speak loudly to make an impression. Lalas never says anything of substance but when he does open his mouth the emerging inanity is always delivered at full volume: “IT’S GO TIME!” Maybe there was once a time when Lalas offered American soccer a kindler, gentler, more reflective face. But that time is long past. While Lalas rants and states the obvious (“We need Christian Pulisic to step up!”), Henry is a model of cosmopolitan calm – and it’s in this contrast of approaches, rather than any direct confrontation, that the meat of their battle resides.

Often over the course of the tournament’s opening days it has felt as if Lalas’s fellow panelists are laboring under a contractual obligation to find him interesting, a burden felt in every strained nod in agreement and forced round of laughter at a signature “bit”. The tirades, the improvised bars, the crescendoes to nothing: Lalas has given us the full package so far this tournament, and his studio mates have dutifully done their best to appear to find the man fun and insightful.

In the half-time recap of France v Senegal, Lalas described the French as “lacksadaiscal” (an autological mangling that, in Lalas’s own lazy attempt to pronounce the word “lackadaisical”, unintentionally expressed the very property described), drawing particular attention to the defending on a golden chance for Senegal that Ismaïla Sarr sprayed over the crossbar. “Sarr! Over the bar! Hit it far!” Lalas exclaimed, a trademark rhyme that elicited polite smiles from Lowe and Ibrahimovic. Henry, meanwhile, laughed and shook his head in mock wonder, repeating the words “Sarr over the bar” in the manner of a fond parent congratulating his five-year-old on successfully rhyming “cat” with “mat”. The beauty of Henry’s performance in this epic TV mismatch is that his cloak of Gallic outrecuidance has lent the contempt in which he plainly holds Lalas a measure of deniability. Is Henry mean, or is he just French?

At points Ibrahimovic has made it clear that he shares this disdain for the unquiet American, but he can’t touch Henry’s variety and subtlety when it comes to showing Lalas up. The French legend is not afraid to learn new things and study up on countries and players he’s not familiar with; Lalas gives the impression that he does not need to do any work for the simple reason that he’s American, and America, baby, is No 1. Titi’s contributions in the lead-up to USA v Australia on Friday included an incisive defense of counterattacking football, and a surprisingly deep dissection of the abilities of Socceroos midfielders Connor Metcalfe and Paul Okon-Engstler, two players it’s fair to assume that few in Australia – let alone America – had known much about until a few weeks ago.

Over in Seattle, meanwhile, with a crush of American fans at his back, Lalas called Socceroos defender Alessandro Circati “Cicada”. With that out of the way, he returned to regular programming: “America wants to celebrate America and this team is giving America a reason to celebrate America, and man oh man Rob Stone, ain’t that America?”

The kind of trollish, hyperventilating garbage that Lalas specializes in is standard fare on sports cable, but it’s a weird fit for soccer, whose global reach compels a kind of analytical modesty. It also runs counter to the sport’s prevailing cultural politics. Soccer in the US is the domain of migrants, urban liberals and anyone too scrawny for the bigger homegrown sports. There’s a strange mismatch between soccer as it actually exists throughout the United States and the red-meat Americana of Fox’s World Cup coverage, and no one better embodies this incongruence than the network’s resident carrot. While USMNT players expound thoughtfully on the importance of Juneteenth, vocal Trump supporter Lalas is busy doing promo videos for the Department of Homeland Security. (No doubt he would have loved the DHS’s hilarious tweet claiming the US’s heroic defensive effort in the second half against Australia as a variety of Trumpian xenophobia.) For Fox to turn a man as partisan, bullying and unlikeable as Lalas into American soccer’s figurehead is the media equivalent of getting John Wayne Gacy to perform at a children’s birthday party.

But now – improbably and perhaps accidentally – Fox has offered US viewers a living example of how much better they could have it, of what the beautiful game might look like on TV with the Lalasian headlights dimmed.

If the culture of American soccer – including on TV – moves in the same positive direction as matters on the pitch, the sport should eventually outgrow Lalas. In years to come, his brand of on-screen thuggery may even be remembered as the relic of a less enlightened era, as a kind of footballing minstrelsy. Maybe the retrospective embarrassment associated with Lexi the loinmaster will be so strong that he’ll be disappeared from the archival footage of this tournament altogether, like a purged party official in Stalinist Russia, and the scenes he once hogged will just show 30 seconds of mystifying silence with Carli Lloyd saying “right on” at the end. We can dream.

In the meantime we have this: the vindicating spectacle of a footballing lord showing up on set every day through this World Cup and coolly nutmegging Fox’s house clown into oblivion. In many ways, this is better.

Northampton crowned Prem champions after Hendy’s double sees off Exeter | Prem Rugby | The Guardian

Keyword – Sport
Trefwoorden – Prem Rugby, Northampton, Exeter, Sport, Rugby union
Title – Northampton crowned Prem champions after Hendy’s double sees off Exeter | Prem Rugby | The Guardian
Author – https://www.theguardian.com/profile/robertkitson
Link – Northampton crowned Prem champions after Hendy’s double sees off Exeter | Prem Rugby | The Guardian
Publish date – 2026-06-20T16:15:57.000Z
Category – Sport
URL – https://www.theguardian.com/sport/2026/jun/20/northampton-exeter-prem-final-rugby-union-match-report

A fast and furious Prem season was never going to end with a dull whimper. And when the dust finally settled on another frenetic encounter it was Northampton who stood tallest, propelled to their second domestic title in three years by two tries inside four minutes from their red-haired wing George Hendy, the player who also set up Alex Mitchell’s clinching try in his side’s 2024 victory over Bath .

It was not always the most error-free of games, but the helter-skelter action was never less than compelling. Exeter had edged in front thanks to a 51st-minute score from their captain, Dafydd Jenkins, with Northampton down to 14 men after Josh Kemeny’s yellow card. They reckoned without the energy of Henry Pollock and Hendy’s double whammy that propelled Saints over the line in a rugged encounter on a sweltering afternoon.

For a while it appeared the outcome might hinge on a fabulous last-ditch tackle by Campbell Ridl on Mitchell when the England scrum-half looked absolutely certain to score. Saints also had to deal with some ferocious Chiefs tackling, with the Wallaby Len Ikitau leading the charge. It cramped Northampton’s style to such a degree they could seldom replicate the flowing attacking rugby that drove them to the top of the regular season table.

When it mattered, though, they found something resembling a second wind, possibly driven on by a desire to give a suitable send-off to their captain, George Furbank, who is heading to Harlequins this summer . Fittingly, it was Furbank who hoisted the new, heavier trophy into the south-west London sky, although as he acknowledged there was more than a touch of relief at the final whistle.

At times it seemed as though the underdogs of Exeter might just prevail. Having battled their way past Leicester , Saracens and Bath en route to final, the big question was whether they still had enough energy in their legs. And how well they could start.

It was distinctly sub-optimal, then, when Ollie Woodburn and Manny Feyi-Waboso got in each other’s way and Tommy Freeman was presented with the simplest of tries inside the first two minutes. Nothing much else went Exeter’s way initially, with the early loss of their hooker, Max Norey, to a lower leg injury another untimely blow.

Soon enough, though, the momentum shifted significantly. Freeman wide on the right threw a hopeful offload infield that was snaffled by Ikitau who released Ridl for a 45-metre sprint to the line.

Chiefs could easily have scored again, with Stephen Varney hauled down just short and then Slade being nudged aside at the crucial moment as he appeared set to complete a kick-and-chase try.

Saints lost the influential Archie McParland to injury in a crazily fluctuating opening quarter and would have scored a second try themselves had Hendy thrown a slightly more accurate inside pass to Furbank with the line wide open. The pace was relentless until a water break on 20 minutes gave the sides a much-needed opportunity to catch their collective breath.

It was certainly warm enough to justify a drink, but it took a while for the game to recapture its previous electricity. While Joseph Dweba did come close to capitalising on a driving maul it was Saints who scored next, Fin Smith slicing through to score and adding the conversion.

Exeter needed to make their hard physical work pay and did so a minute before the interval. It was not especially pretty, with Dweba’s five-metre lineout throw sailing over its intended target, but the ball fell obligingly into the hands of the unmarked Josh Iosefa-Scott who turned and crashed over.

It would have narrowed the half-time gap to two points had Slade landed the relatively straightforward conversion, but the kick sailed wide, prompting the England centre to do some impromptu kicking practice as everyone else headed for the dressing rooms.

Exeter also badly needed to improve their lineout stats, having won two of their five first-half throw-ins. But Dweba’s first effort of the second half also went astray and Northampton would have taken advantage had Tom Litchfield’s attempted scoring pass to Rory Hutchinson not gone forward.

It felt significant, then, when Exeter went ahead for the first time with just under half an hour to play through the charging Jenkins. This time Slade slotted the conversion and gave Exeter a three-point cushion.

Jenkins’s yellow card for an upright challenge on Furbank looked a tad harsh, but it was not the only reason his side lost momentum. Did they ultimately just run out of gas? As some of their big forwards began to slow down, it certainly looked that way. Pollock, otherwise excellent, sailed close to the wind with a fractionally early challenge on Ridl, but Hendy’s athletic double ensured Northampton’s ‘Shoe Army’ went marching in again.

It put the seal on a season that has restored some faith in the financially battered English domestic game. The number of Bath and Leicester fans around the stadium underlined that when the quality of the entertainment is good enough it is worth watching even when your team has been knocked out. For that fact alone we should all be grateful.

The brilliant Michael Olise represents a key faultline in history of French football | World Cup 2026 | The Guardian

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Title – The brilliant Michael Olise represents a key faultline in history of French football | World Cup 2026 | The Guardian
Author – https://www.theguardian.com/profile/jonathanwilson
Link – The brilliant Michael Olise represents a key faultline in history of French football | World Cup 2026 | The Guardian
Publish date – 2026-06-20T19:00:09.000Z
Category – Sport
URL – https://www.theguardian.com/football/2026/jun/20/michael-olise-france-world-cup-didier-deschamps

M ichael Olise is probably the best creative player in the world at the moment. He racked up 26 assists for Bayern Munich last season. It was his shift into a more central role that transformed France’s game against Senegal from drab slog to impressive victory.

The confidence he always had at Crystal Place has evolved at Bayern into a graceful fluency. In a hugely talented France side, Olise is the standout, the player who it feels might carry them to the World Cup . Yet he is something of an anomaly.

It’s not just that he was born in White City, west London, and grew up loving cricket (his father was British-Nigerian and his mother French-Algerian), or even that, like his former Palace teammate Eberechi Eze, he spends much of his spare time playing chess. It’s that, unusually in this France side, he plays with a sense of freedom and joy. He has not yet submitted fully to Didier Deschamps’s tactical yoke, nor been curdled by his own celebrity. As such, Olise represents a key faultline in history of French football.

At the 1982 World Cup, France were renowned for their carré magique , the magic square of Michel Platini, Jean Tigana, Alain Giresse and Bernard Genghini. They actually played as a midfield four only in the semi-final defeat by West Germany but Seville became a myth, an idea.

France may have lost on penalties despite leading 3-1 in extra time, an agonising defeat in which Patrick Battiston was knocked unconscious by Toni Schumacher, but they had played with panache, and that was French football. Two years later, as they won the Euros, Genghini had been replaced by the far more defensive but still stylish Luis Fernández, but the idea held. French football was about la gloire .

France have a four at this World Cup who could be similarly great. It’s easy to imagine the pundits of a couple of decades’ time leaning back with a warm chuckle, and shaking their heads as they remember Ousmane Dembélé, Kylian Mbappé, Desiré Doué and Olise, three great products of the French academy system and a bloke who started off at Hayes & Yeading, and got his big break playing for Reading (albeit he also had stints in the academies of Arsenal, Chelsea and Manchester City). Imagine a team with that level of attacking talent all on the pitch at once. How could any defence ever have coped with them?

And yet France are not all-conquering. They drew 2-2 with Iceland in qualifying. They did not play with élan. Although they reached the semi-final of the last Euros, they did not score a single goal from open play. Perhaps all nations operate at various points along a spectrum, what distinguishes them is what that spectrum represents.

The France side of 1958, which reached the World Cup semi-finals – Just Fontaine, Raymond Kopa, Roger Piantoni et al – building on the achievements of Reims in the European Cup, were built on attacking flair but by 1969, after their successors failed to qualify for the 1962 and 1970 World Cups and went out in the group stage in 1966, there was a reaction.

Georges Boulogne took charge and, echoing the economic rhetoric of the time, spoke of “ football labeur ” and said the game had to stop being “ un activité ludique ”. But he proved no more successful and France failed to qualify for the 1974 finals. The former Ajax coach Stefan Kovacs began the shift back towards something more progressive but it was after Michel Hidalgo took over before the 1978 World Cup that the style returned to France.

Hidalgo brought the Euros in 1984, but it was Seville that defined the era for France, something underlined in 1986 when, after a magnificent quarter-final victory over Brazil in Guadalajara, they again lost to West Germany in their semi-final. France were confirmed as glorious losers.

But for most of the public that was fine. What was sport for if not la gloire ? This was a nation that, presented in the 1960s with two great cyclists, the efficient Jacques Anquetil, who controlled races in the mountains, dominated time trials and won five Tours de France, or the dashing Raymond Poulidor , an aggressive climber noted for his vainglorious attacks who never won Le Tour, preferred Poulidor. As the philosopher Raymond Aron put it in his documentary series Le siècle du intellectuals , France was less interested in winning than in doing things well.

But not all of France. When Gérard Houllier became directeur technique national for football in 1988, he overhauled the academy system. His stint as France national coach was unsuccessful as they failed to reach the 1994 World Cup (thanks to David Ginola, whom Houllier never forgave, crossing the ball rather than keeping it in the corner in the final minute of the final qualifier against Bulgaria, leading to a counter and Emil Kostadinov’s late winner that put France out), but he paved the way for what came next.

Aimé Jacquet replaced him. His France were dull but they reached the semi-finals of Euro 96. L’Équipe waged war on him, but Jacquet was resolute. The 1998 squad was loaded with creative talent – Youri Djorkaeff, Zinedine Zidane, Thierry Henry, Robert Pires, David Trezeguet, Christophe Dugarry … but they played cautious, safety-first football. They lifted the World Cup and the French found they enjoyed boring winning more than heroic defeat.

Deschamps was Jacquet’s captain, and he learned the lesson. For 12 years he has apparently been engaged in some great absurdist prank: just how boring could you make the greatest squad of attacking players the world has ever seen? It brought a World Cup but after a glum 1-0 win over Belgium in the 2018 semi-final, France found themselves cast as Anquetil as Eden Hazard observed that he’d rather lose than win playing like that.

A string of forgettable tournament appearances has led to a growing feeling in France that Deschamps has been holding them back. Since the Euros, Dembélé has owned the Ballon d’Or and Doué won man of the match in the Champions League final. Mbappé remains Mbappé and was top scorer in La Liga last season. And yet the player causing excitement, the forward charged with restoring la gloire to France, is Olise.