Filed: Sport

R is for Hans Redl

I’ve written before about amputees who have achieved great things in sport despite their physical disability and another such is Austrian tennis player Hans Redl.

Born in Vienna in 1914, Redl was a better than average player and made the Austrian Davis Cup team in 1937, but after the Anschluss, he represented Germany in 1938 and 1939. Read more ›››

Cheers ye an’ fareweel

I came across this photo yesterday of a much younger Alex Ferguson in his playing days. If it hadn’t been for the caption I don’t think I would have recognised him when his is one of the most recognisable faces in Britain.

The reason it appeared online of course was that it was the day he called for the curtain to come down after over fifty years in football… Read more ›››

Totalitarian Football

Paolo Dicanio

Paulo Di Canio’s appointment as fire sale manager of Sunderland Football Club has thrown the liberal-left media into a complete hissy-fit. How could the national game tolerate a self-confessed fascist in such a high-profile position?

Setting aside the rights and wrongs of Di Canio’s political opinions – and there are more wrongs than rights in my view – I struggle to see why that should affect how he does his job as a football coach. Read more ›››

H is for Olivér Halassy

Olivér Halassy

One of the stand out points of London 2012 was Oscar Pistorius competing against able-bodied athletes, but he was by no means the first Olympian with a physical disability.

One such was Olivér Halassy, the Hungarian water polo player and freestyle swimmer who competed successfully in three Olympics from 1928 to 1936 despite having only one leg. Read more ›››

Life’s Little Irritants – No 21

Ten Digit Code

When I was a child I spoke and thought and reasoned as a child, but now I have put away childish things, as Corinthians put it.

You see, when I was young I used to get upset about quite serious things, like social inequalities, the hypocrisy of religion and the world’s starving, but being a male of a certain age, my grumpiness quotient has reached its optimum and I can now get heated over the most trivial of things. Read more ›››

Lippitude

I’m looking rather bleary-eyed today having been up until 4am watching the XLVII Super Bowl from New Orleans on the BBC.

It’s something I done on off for many years and I’m not entirely sure why. I have no great interest in American football, nor can I claim to understand its nuances. And I’d never even heard of the Baltimore Ravens. Read more ›››

Life’s Little Irritants – No 20

Useless Sign

Have you ever wondered about what is the most useless, pointless job in the world? I mean apart from politicians obviously, and those people who put mile after mile of cones on the motorway when there is no work going on.

For people who write letters to the Daily Mail, it tends to be anyone working in public services, especially if they work in health and safety, education examiners and those catch-all scapegoats, the managers and pen-pushers. Read more ›››

Romney the Good European

Martin Kaymer

I found myself reading Andrew Sullivan’s column late tonight on Mitt Romney’s chances of reviving his presidential challenge through the forthcoming televised debates and all because I seem to have developed superstition.

Not about the US election, you understand (it’s Obama’s to lose surely) but over golf of all things. Read more ›››