The gravel in your sporting ice cream.
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Here’s Tiger winning The Masters, his first Major, by 12 shots way back in 1997. When was the last time you saw him smile like that? Most days, Tiger makes being the world’s most successful, famous and highly paid sportsman look as much fun as losing changes from an Excel spreadsheet.
Tiger’s love of privacy makes Howard Hughes look like Rodney Hide. He swears, he glares, and woe betide anyone who wants to talk to him. It says a lot that his best mate is ‘top’ NZ ‘sportsman’ and prickly shit Steve Williams, a nightclub bouncer at Club Fuck You.
This current troubles will pass (he was crazy not to front-foot this in the media. WHAT are IMG getting paid for?), but I just hope he doesn’t retreat further into his shell because of it.
I know it must be tough being Tiger, but come on, Golf is fun. I have that hacker’s love of golf where I lie awake after a round thinking about that one sweet 7-iron that hit the green nicely, not the search for my third lost ball in the rough. I’d hate to see Tiger grimly march past Nicklaus’ 18 Majors with little joy. I want to watch him enjoy himself while he does it.
Tiger reading list:
The Guardian’s wonderful Lawrence Donegan profiles Tiger.
Another Guardian profile, linking to The man. Amen, a 1997 Esquire article on Tiger, when he was more trusting of the media. The Guardian profile asks:
Why should a man who, at 33, is in the prime of his life, who constantly expresses the joy his son and daughter bring to his life, who is reckoned to be a billionaire and who earns close to $2m a week even if he chooses to lie in bed, be so apparently fed-up and irritated?
Top media pundit Colin Peacock of Sunday morning’s Mediawatch (and sportreview.net.nz’s only radio appearance) went boldly where no Kiwi had ever been before, beaming into the Guardian Football Weekly pod to update James, Barry and Sean on the All White’s triumphant sneak to South Africa 2010.
Not only does Colin achieve sport nerd nirvana by appearing on the pod, he does the nation proud with self depreciation, pod protocol inside knowledge (Mee-lan) and by not rising to Jimbo’s ‘sheepish’ line. Nice work.
Here’s the show – Colin comes on at 26’50”.
For footballers, scoring an own goal is a joyless kick in the balls. But if, like me, you’re very easily amused, joyless kicks in the balls can keep you occupid most of the afternoon.
This keeper was busy breakdancing when picking the ball up was the better option.
I’ll never get sick of seeing one of George Graham’s back four lob one in from 30 yards. With bonus dodgy keeper.
This is just art, Popovich should be proud of his excellent finish here.
Face goal. Perfect.
In this week’s podcast, our weekly podcast previews the big match between The All Blacks from New Zealand and the French from France.
Download: sportreview-podcast-vol4-251109
(1.6Mb download / 1’46” duration)
All the head to head clashes, all the big names, all the results and all the highlights.
Don’t touch that dial, you itchy-fingered control freak. Only joking with you mate! Har.
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– Roddy Doyle on Kevin Sheedy’s 1990 World Cup goal vs England in My Favorite Year
In honour of some football match this weekend, that FIFA have handily scheduled for the middle of me Mum’s 60th celebrations, here’s a tribute to the best World Cup ever.
This was the All Whites’ only World Cup so far, highlights were contributing to Scotland’s comedy WC minnow performance pantheon, and lettting Zico do this.
Brazil 1982 were a bit special – check out chain smoker Socrates casually scoring from 30 yards. Pity they got mugged by the eventual champions. That Rossi was some player.
Tardelli’s goal in the final was a nice bit of work on the edge of the box, but his celebration made me want to be Italian. I put him on me 2006 bannner too.
Heroes need villains, team, and the German ‘keeper put his hand up with this clinically brutal foul on Battiston, of Platini’s wonderful French team.
Me and the family are off to Sydney for a few days next week, we’ve got the Aquarium, the Zoo and the Powerhouse Museum on the list.
But what should I be checking out sport-wise? All advice, tips, links and cycle shop tips gratefully accepted.