sport strop

Well it’s already been one heck of a weekend for sport; Adebayor’s got his dream move to Manchester City as Mark Hughes continues to build a team around the talents of a galaxy of exceptionally sulky strikers. He might have just the 10 (!) at his disposal but surely it’s only a matter of time before Thierry Henry  joins the sour puss Gorton gang. Meanwhile down at Lord’s the England cricket team are terrorising the mighty Australians at the tourists’ spiritual home and banker fixture. And for the second Test in a row they’ve managed to really piss off spikey Aussie captain Ricky Ponting, providing a delicious added bonus. And finally at the Open in Turnberry Tom Watson defies the years to lead the field going into the final day. Can he become the oldest winner ever of the old claret jug… well we shall see but his demeanour and performance on the first 3 days – particularly some of those outrageous long range putts – has been a joy to watch. But not nearly as much as seeing Woods, Poulter and Montgomerie all miss the cut and storm off in a triple salko strop.  Ah the sporting hissy fit. I thought we’d lost it when the pouty master signed for Real pain in the arse Madrid but the sporting gods have been kind to us. Sulky days are back again. Whose bottom lip quiver makes your day?



the open

Is it just me or was that one of the best Open Championships in recent years? At last we have a European winner and not simply another win by Tiger or an anonymous American, never to repeat his success again. Carnoustie proved to be a fantastic course this time with the final 3 holes just about as tough as they get for tired minds, arms and legs. Somebody mentioned that the course is the only Championship links to feature water so significantly in its final few holes. I know St Andrews has its burn too but i know what they mean. That barry burn is like a snake waiting to bite. Brilliant.

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seve calls it quits

….except he’d probably pronounce it hwits.

I was peppered the other day for writing about a decent golfer with a flair for self-publicity but forgive me for writing a few words on a proper golfing hero, Severiano Ballesteros, who called it a day yesterday from playing competitive golf. Fact is his severe back problems and the resulting mental anguish they’ve caused, have meant that he’s been a declining force for years. But from ’79 when he won his first Open to ’97 when he captained the Ryder Cup team to success, he was a golfing colossus.

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