It’s a thin line between love and hate

If you think being the person responsible for dissolving the fatbergs blocking Victorian sewers all over, or under, the UK is a tough job, imagine how it feels to hate Marc Marquez right now. Because, hard though it is to fathom the levels of intellectual vacuity they must also plumb to summon the requisite frothing ire, there actually are people who do.

Maybe none of them are actually capable of riding a motorbike and so haven’t the faintest idea of how utterly and completely the Spaniard’s colossally unique talent is re-writing