Sabotage Times, We can't Concentrate so Why Should You?Sabotage Times, We can't Concentrate so Why Should You?

Saboteurs

Alex Mott

Alex Mott is a football writer for anyone that will pay him. He has previously written for Goal.com, The Racing Post and can talk at length about the virtues of Nandor Hidegkuti's withdrawn-striker role for Hungary at World Cup '54. You can contact him via Twitter @alexjmott

Alex Panisch

Alex Panisch is a full-time student, part-time intern, sometimes journalist, and semi-professional dandy. In search of a career that would allow him to write gin off as a business expense, Alex settled on freelance journalism. Now he almost never needs to change out of his dressing gown. With an ear for music, an eye for fashion, and mouth for wisecracking, he is ready to take the world by storm or at least by drizzle. He basically makes it up as he goes along. Follow him @alexpanisch

Alex Ritman

Despite living in the Middle East for the past four years, Alex Ritman hasn’t really taken the region’s strict moral code to heart, having spent much of his time there attempting to squeeze pictures of scantily-clad women into the various men’s magazines he’s edited without publishers noticing. He now writes freelance for a number of titles, including Esquire and Time Out, and has ghost-written six of Katie Price’s eight autobiographies.

Alex Scott

Freshly moved to Brighton, Alex splits his time between studying NCTJ Journalism, consuming all entertainment the media industry has to offer and co-running a blog specialising in music, television and gaming. Friends will happily call him cynical, but he's always thought of it as 'having standards'.

Alex Stewart

Alex Stewart is a freelance writer who lives in London. He has been a Southampton fan since before it was cool. He runs the blog putnielsingoal, a look at where football meets other things, and also writes about coffee and books.

Alex Timperley

Alex is a Man City fan and writer for Typical City. Follow him on Twitter, @WeNeedYouAlex

Alex Varley-Winter

Born in 1986, since qualifying in journalism her interviewees have ranged from war veterans to michelin-starred chefs. She's contributed to The Guardian, Ventnor Blog, The Sunday Telegraph and The Times, edited the food and culture section of Eat Me magazine and found out a lot about unpaid internships. Aside from writing, she's passionate about music, mostly the kind she can dance to in very large spaces. Read her blog here http://journo86.blogspot.com/

Alex Ward

Alex is a freelance journalist currently working for The Times, The Huffington Post and SB Nation. A recent graduate, Alex finds the need to archive his inane ramblings on football in order to gather some semblance of validation. Launch tirades of abuse, or vindicate him on Twitter @alexward3000.

Alex Woo

Alex Woo was raised on the mean streets of Old Swan, Liverpool. Buying ice pops for 10p and selling them for 20p, he financed his sticker addiction in junior school, and was the proud owner of five consecutive completed Premier League sticker albums before they were lost in a house fire. An avid Liverpool fan, he also holds a particular love for Calcio. Boasting gross delusions of grandeur coupled with an undeserved sense of self-accomplishment, Alex makes up for what he lacks in basic human decency and compassion by boasting an encyclopaedic knowledge of European football. Twitter: @woolfc

Alexandra Warlow

Writer. No, you can't just turn up wearing jeans and a t-shirt.

Ali Catterall

Ali Catterall is currently embroiled in a life-size game of snakes and ladders. Right now, he’s wobbling on a stepladder, with a giant Anaconda in a headlock, repeatedly punching it in the face. Somehow, he is also the co-author of ‘Your Face Here: British Cult Movies Since the ‘Sixties’, has a book review slot on BBC 6 Music every second Tuesday, and writes weekly TV previews for the Guardian, and regularly on film for Word Magazine and Film4.com. This byline photo, incidentally, was taken in 1999 at the Royal London Hospital, the morning after signing his first book deal. A quiet celebration, by his standards.

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