I once had a near miss with Sepp Blatter. I found myself sitting next to him at a lunch and, searching for a topic of conversation, was about to introduce myself as the author of The Economist’s survey of world football. But, as I began speaking, I remembered that I had finished the article by describing detailed accusations of corruption against Blatter himself.
So, rather than complete the anecdote, I came to a mumbling halt. The whole conversation was a bit of a nightmare. Blatter is charmless – boring, self-important and drippingly insincere. Still, in one sense, you have to admire him. He is an incredible survivor. Read more