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Nicknamed 'Il Mago' (the Wizard) after bringing European Cup glory to Internazionale in successive years, Helenio Herrera was hailed as one of the finest minds in football. This explosive book explores the enigma of an incredibly charismatic figure: a philanderer, charlatan, trash-talker and serial winner mired in controversy, whose stellar career was halted by the death of one of his star players and his subsequent trial for manslaughter.

One day Eva Piper was an elementary school teacher, the mother of three, the beloved wife of a strong, protective husband. The next day she stood at the bedside of a broken man who could do nothing but moan in agony and turn his head away from her. Later she would learn that he had died and...

By his 18th birthday David Millar was living and racing in France, sleeping in rented rooms, tipped to be the next English-speaking Tour winner. A year later he'd realised the dream and signed a professional contract. He perhaps lived the high life a little too enthusiastically - he broke his heel in a fall from a roof after too much drink and before long the pressure to succeed had tipped over into doping.

Shane Carthy writes frankly and eloquently about his journey over the last five years. He details, without overdramatising, the downward spiral which, days after producing a man-of-the-match display in Dublin’s 2014 Leinster under-21 final win over Meath, saw him wake up in St Patrick’s Mental Hospital. Carthy also explains what ultimately brought him back to where he is now, discovering a path where life is worth living.

Brought to you by Penguin. Rugby hurts. It demands mental resilience and resistance to pain. It explores character, beyond a capacity to endure punishment. In The Hurt, Dylan Hartley, one of England's most successful captains, tells a story of hard men and harsh truths. This is rugby in the raw...

Tras el quinto sorbo al Kas me dieron ganas de mear y bendita la diminuta vejiga de un niño. De camino a los lavabos, con la cremallera del inocente pantalón corto todavía abierta, apareció la imagen. Destellos de luz dorada y cantos angelicales iluminaron el pasillo y el videojuego de mi vida mostró el primer logro desbloqueado en mitad de la pantalla. Entre bidones de cerveza y una pila de listines telefónicos desfasados, surgió un póster del Oviedo de la temporada 1987-88. La del último ascenso a primera división. Ahí comenzó todo.