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Sport & Sundays

As a boy, if I wasn’t playing sport with friends, I was practising in the back garden. I found that my dad’s vegetable patch was particularly useful. The runner bean rods provided an almost perfect defensive wall and, at full height, the curly kale could almost be a tennis net.

To say I enjoyed my sport would be a slight understatement. I still haven’t quite come to terms with Chris Waddle’s penalty miss in the 1990 World Cup, and I nearly crashed my car into a Harry Ramsden’s restaurant when Jonny Wilkinson kicked ‘for World Cup glory’ in Sydney in 2003.