Aleksandar Hemon

When the Going Gets Tough, the Hardcore Fan...Stops Watching
June 23, 2014

Flares, boos, and fascist chants in Croatia 

Its Dragons Felled, Bosnia Reflects on Defeat
June 22, 2014

A nation’s dream comes to an end.

Eleven Writers and Intellectuals on the World Cup's Most Compelling Characters

Karl Ove Knausgaard, Aleksandar Hemon, Joseph O'Neill, and eight other soccer-loving writers plumb the tournaments most compelling characters.

The Alex Ferguson Era Won't End With His Retirement
May 10, 2013

His legacy is Manchester United itself. 

The Biggest Ego in Professional Sports
April 23, 2013

The amazing and infuriating career of Real Madrid's Jose Mourinho.

Aleksandar Hemon: In Paris, Zlatan Ibrahimović Learns to Share
December 03, 2012

Has the great Swedish player of Bosnian-Croatian origin finally found a home?

Will Liverpool Ever Return to Glory?
September 21, 2012

Liverpool FC today is too big and loaded with history to be comfortable with mediocrity. But its American owners aren't making things better.

What will happen?
June 27, 2012

The beauty of tournament soccer is that there is no way of knowing what might happen in a single game. Can Portugal beat Spain? Of course. Can Spain beat Portugal? Of course. Spain will want to limit the ball supply to Ronaldo, and they will do it by keeping it away from him and the Portuguese. It should be an apotheosis of tika-taka, and there'll be more people hating the Spaniards for killing the game and preventing the singular (lazy, selfish) genius of Ronaldo from expressing himself. If Spain win, they might extinguish Ronaldo's last chance to accomplish anything in a major tournament.

The Sadness of it All
June 25, 2012

I am still reeling from the awfulness of England in the game against Italy. The greatness of Pirlo notwithstanding, Italy was/is not that good. Consider what the Italian team would have been like without his constant orchestration; consider how bad Balotelli was/is, ever eager to show the extent to which he is overrated. But Italy, such as it was, was all over England and the lads could not string two passes together for two hours or so.