Thank you Sir Mo Farah. Remembering the night we bowed to urge you home

Some things never leave you. One is the sight and the sound of the crowd at the Olympic stadium performing a very British Mexican wave as Mo Farah raced in London in 2012. I’ve never seen this reported anywhere else but I wrote about it then – almost live blogging from the trackside, writing theContinue reading “Thank you Sir Mo Farah. Remembering the night we bowed to urge you home”

Farewell to the Orient. “Never again kid, never again.”

That’s it then. The end of 112 years of playing in the football league. Leyton Orient gone. Not many people will care. We never won anything of note. Ever. All those Spurs and particularly Arsenal fans who bleat about how tough it is for them up there in LaLaLand will barely notice. Don’t get me startedContinue reading “Farewell to the Orient. “Never again kid, never again.””

The cooks, the thief taker, the Olympians & the survivor

‘Tis the season to look back, apparently, so I’ve been looking back on some of the interviews I’ve done this year for the Sunday Telegraph. They include the cooks Clarissa Dickson-Wright and Hugh Fearnley Whittingstall neither of whom cooked me anything, unfortunately. A nice piece of cake was offered by Cormac Murphy O’Connor, former ArchbishopContinue reading “The cooks, the thief taker, the Olympians & the survivor”

‘I’m not going to be doing this forever’ Tiger Woods

‘I’m not going to be doing this forever,’ says Tiger Woods. It takes a moment to realise what he’s saying. Great athletes can’t afford to contemplate failure, so they rarely admit that the end is in sight. But here is the most successful sportsman of our age returning my gaze with weary eyes and doing justContinue reading “‘I’m not going to be doing this forever’ Tiger Woods”