Ignore an atoning little flurry at the death, England’s cricket winter has been a ghastly shambles
Sport, as those of you of a certain age will teeth-chatteringly recall, was most assuredly not ‘weather-free’
Day and night, night and day ...relentlessly the football season slurps on through the January mud
Ruminating here a couple of weeks ago on those whom the wretched reaper had gaily swiped down last year
If you thought you’d got away with one ruddy World Cup in 2006, then brace yourself
An old year bites the dust-to-dust and as ever, with it, so does the roll-call of those whose final Christmas was last year’s
Ashes to ashes. Oh, England our England! First the football, then the rugby
This year’s Sportsbook of the Year is Unforgivable Blackness (Pimlico)
Football’s European Champions’ League awaits the serious new year stuff once a few loose ends are tied on Wednesday.
Have radio’s pre-dawn choruses from Brisbane already been ruining your days?
A perennial sucker for feature films with sporting references
At Shrewsbury School a couple of weeks ago, with nice ceremony, they opened a swish new indoor cricket centre alongside what Neville Cardus once called ‘the most beautiful playing fields in England’.
Beginning this weekend, we are lumbered with the close combat of international rugby union just about all the way to next October and the World Cup final in Paris.
There is much more, of course, to Trautmann’s tale.
No end of hot air already surrounds next month’s rugby internationals
Football is intrusive, all right; but mightily persuasive as well.
Football’s overblown autumn overtures have been interesting enough, I suppose
The last telephone call from Michael Marshall was in midsummer
Golf’s Ryder Cup is uniquely irresistible
This week they named the men to defend the Ashes
Remember 12 months ago and that heady aura of innocent joy and optimism all around?
It used to be a routine mark for leading county batsmen to score 2,000 first-class runs in a summer
Why does this cricket team select itself?
Football’s got a nerve: the Premiership resumes business next week and is already blaringly full of itself
To the casual follower, Formula 1 Grand Prix motor racing has just about vanished from the radar