Eleanor Preston

ELEANOR PRESTON: ‘Proof that Twitter is fab – it suggests Michael Vaughan isn’t that dull after all and that KP might not be as self-regarding as he seems’

* ELEANOR PRESTON spent 10 years travelling the world as a tennis journalist for national newspapers, notably the Guardian. She continues to work as a broadcaster and is also a media consultant and advisor to tennis players and organisations within tennis, as well as athletes and organisations across a range of sports ... . . . . . By Eleanor Preston 11 August 2010 As I write, I can hear the occasional, perhaps involuntary chirp from my computer, bringing me news, comment and the occasion welcome diversionary burst of amusement. Hold on, I’ve got Michael Vaughan on the other screen – he's talking to Kevin Pieterson but, through the...


ELEANOR PRESTON: ‘Whether Sven is a genius or a blagger is one of the great pub discussions, along with how a man who looks like Mr Burns from the Simpsons was able to pull Ulrik(kaka) Johnson’

By Eleanor Preston 10 July 2010 Now that South West London has waved a reluctant goodbye to Roy “Woy” Hodgson, Fulham fans are left with a confusing mixture of gratitude for the work he did and deep regret at losing him to Liverpool. We are also left with the vexing problem of who on earth is going to manage a team which even the most optimistic amongst us believe could be in for a trying and turbulent season. Sven Goran-Eriksson appears to be the favourite to become the next Fulham manager and, according to the footballing oracle that is the Fulham Chronicle...


The Wonder of Woy: unfussy, without frills and yet indisputably brilliant

* ELEANOR PRESTON spent 10 years travelling the world as a tennis journalist for national newspapers, notably the Guardian. She continues to work as a broadcaster and is also a media consultant and advisor to tennis players and organisations within tennis, as well as athletes and organisations across a range of sports. She is also a Fulham fan ... . . . By Eleanor Preston 30 April 2010 There is a chant that rings around Craven Cottage on a regular basis and it was certainly yelled with gusto last night, when Fulham managed, somehow, to secure a place in the Europa Cup final against Atletico Madrid. It’s not one...