Why I miss fight-night
Clueless about who, where or what to turn to next, I wonder which was history’s first body to announce a ‘full and far-reaching commission of enquiry’ in which to cover itself with a sub judice blanket until the army of furious castigators either runs out of rotten tomatoes or turns their bombardment of scorn to other targets.
Sportswriting lost a glistening luminary when Ian Wooldridge died at 75 last spring. In four decades he produced more than…
The to-and-fro of the 2012 Olympic Games’s accounting transparency (or otherwise) continues to be what old sportswriters used to call ‘a ding-dong contest’.
In need of a positive spin from anywhere, ITV can at least console itself with the plaudits for its exclusive…
With league fixtures into double figures, the autumn’s general-excuse-me overture has finished and the long winter slog is really underway.…
Widespread focus of national passions on the conclusion of Lewis Hamilton’s dash for the chequered flag on the Formula One…
Frank Keating on why it went south for the southern hemisphere
Rugby’s World Cup has been surprisingly engaging — hooray for the gallant grandeur of England, France and the other small-fry…
This corner has already broken its fundamental annual rule not to get worked up about football till the clocks are…
Even before the last splurge of qualifying group games are played in rugby union’s World Cup, consensus agrees the tournament has already turned into a calamity for the four from the British Isles.
Spectator readers Alan Magid and Timothy Straker were quick on the draw (Letters, 25 August, 8 September) to champion Mike by P.G. Wodehouse in a matey reproach to Robert Stewart’s assertion in his review of Baseball Haiku (Books, 18 August) that there had never been a significant cricket novel.
Twenty teams turn up for rugby union’s World Cup but, realistically, less than half a dozen can ever possibly win it — the heavyweight trio from the southern seas, New Zealand, South Africa or Australia and, from the north, 2007’s hosts France and, in any given year, one of the four from the British Isles.
Just about the most warming, sun-beaming day of this monsoon summer was spent in a cuddly western nook of the Malvern Hills at blissful Colwall
Spend half an hour or so in front of a television on Saturday when Hampshire are in the field at Lord’s in the one-day county cup final. I guarantee some vivid
and telling olde-tyme captaincy from the Australian Shane Warne.
London on Saturday stages a precise convergence of the sporting seasons.
Always keen to buff up its romantic aura, Lord’s this summer inaugurated a ‘tradition’ by nominating a different cricketing notable to toll the umpires’ bell before each day’s play.
A column’s seasonal staple: what to read on the beach this summer?
How went our ‘Last Smoke’ dinner on Thursday, hosted by the Spec’s Andrew Neil at London’s swish Four Seasons Hotel?
BBC radio’s Test Match Special will deservedly be celebrating particularly special champagne moments in a couple of weeks
Here’s a singular cricket team, well balanced, hard to beat
I was sorry to miss last week’s ghostbusting gig at the Hay-on-Wye festival
Is any new sporting arena fit for purpose without a statue to adorn it?