Well, well, well, isn't this a turn up for the books? Kylian Mbappe, the French footballing wunderkind, has been outshone by a bunch of Barcelona whippersnappers, who've gone and turned the tables on Paris St-Germain in the Champions League quarter-final first leg. It's like watching a pack of eager beavers outsmart a French poodle - and let me tell you, it's a sight for sore eyes!
Ah-ha! Ronda Rousey, a woman of many talents - judoka, mixed martial artist, wrestler, and now, a zen master, apparently. She's been chatting to BBC Sport about finding her inner zen garden after a career low, which I can only imagine involves less body slams and more deep breathing. Good on you, Ronda!
Well, it's all kicking off at the Masters, and I'm not talking about a row over who's nicked the last of the club sandwiches. No, Mother Nature's decided to join the party, and she's bringing a plus one in the form of thunderstorms. So, golf fans, prepare for a bit of a damp squib as the heavens open over Augusta National.
Well, well, well, what a match we had on our hands, folks! Atletico Madrid, showing the steely determination of a Norfolk terrier chasing a rabbit, managed to fend off a late surge from Borussia Dortmund, who were charging at them like a German on a sun lounger. It's advantage Atletico after the first leg of their Champions League quarter-final, but let's not forget, it's a game of two halves, four quarters and about ninety minutes.
Well, well, well, it's a classic tale of two dart-wielding, football-crazed Man Utd superfans, Luke Littler and Nathan Aspinall, who've taken a break from their usual 180s to rank a squad of footballing legends. Using their dart skills, they've crafted a top eleven list that's sure to cause more debate than a Partridge among the pigeons. So, buckle up, sports fans, we're in for a game of opinions sharper than their dart points!
Well, well, well, Barcelona, the five-time champs, have done a classic switcheroo, coming from behind to snatch a slender lead over Paris St-Germain. It's all happening in France, at the first leg of their Champions League quarter-final. It's like a high-stakes game of musical chairs, only with a football and a lot more sweat.
Well, well, well, here we are again, folks. Ipswich Town, so close yet so far, like a man reaching for a biscuit only to find it's the last one and it's just crumbled into a thousand pieces. They've been held to a goalless draw by Watford at their own home, Portman Road, missing the golden opportunity to ascend to the Championship's top spot - a bit like tripping at the last hurdle, only the hurdle is a football and you're not running, you're kicking.
In a move that's as surprising as a fox in a hen house, Liverpool's manager Jurgen Klopp has said he hopes "nothing gets between us and the supporters", this following a fan protest about the club's ticket price hike. It's like a romantic plea from a German Casanova, only instead of chocolates and roses, it's all about the price of a pie and a pint at half time. Let's hope the fans respond to Klopp's overtures, or it could be a lonely Valentine's Day at Anfield.