Warm-up. “Casse toi Anglais!”   Shrieked the fanatic as he spotted the pristine white number 2 emblazoned eloquently on my scarlet tracksuit.   I presumed that he had singled me out through the match program because my ‘Englishness’ could hardly be detected just by looking at me, as my physical appearance and characteristics differed only marginally from … Continue reading The Fanatic.