Kevin Mitchell

Boxing’s great set-up

Sam Peter, Nigeria's first world heavyweight champion, should not be defending his title against Vitali Klitschko, writes Kevin Mitchell.

Ageing vs aged in a well-matched bout

Within minutes of touching down at McCarran Airport in Las Vegas after an 11-hour flight from London, Joe Calzaghe roused his small entourage, went into the desert and did something he doesn't do even at home in Newbridge, south Wales: he ran for seven miles.

An idiot’s guide to intelligence

If ever there were a case of a sport taking itself too seriously, it arrived in Paris last week, when the geniuses who regard themselves as the guardians of the sport's morals fined the McLaren team -million (about R700-million). It was grandstanding on a ludicrous scale.

Wie and Adu: Has-beens before their prime?

Spare a thought this weekend for Michelle Wie and Freddy Adu. Rarely can two athletes of such immense promise have fallen so quickly on to the hard rocks of reality. Both are kids still and, in their respective disciplines, golf and football, capable of wonderful individual moments.

Golfers earn a fortune for losing

Subconsciously or not, golf's stragglers settle in for a quiet, tidy conclusion to their work, risking little and consolidating their places. It's the way golf is. It's a great sport, but is primarily a vehicle to shift shirts, clubs and awful trousers. And the workers at the coalface are part of that, seriously well paid for being no better, mostly, than competent.

Manure isn’t the only thing that stinks at Augusta

I'm not sure I was as excited about my first Masters as Charles Howell III was about his. He grew up three miles down the road, after all. And he was playing. I'm just scribbling, as pleasant a task as that is. Charles III said he was in awe of the Augusta National Club and the event before being invited to play here for the first time in 2001: ''Even if they made us hit wooden drivers and gutta-percha balls, I'd show up and be happy just to be there.''

Football’s stench of hypocrisy

It is back to the judiciary we go again on the moral mess that is football. Soon we will find something to talk about other than Chelsea and Jose Mourinho (not that he minds) but, for the time being, they remain at the centre of the most important debate in football since the start of the Premiership in 1992.

No one likes us, we do care

Millwall, long vilified for dirty play and racist fans, are trying to rebuild their image. According to cliché, they are the baddest club in town, the Mike Tyson of football. Now in the FA Cup they're at it again, with their thuggish, racist behaviour. Or so says Alastair Campbell.

A culture of Omerta

Some day in the near future a footballer -- or, more likely, a group of footballers -- might do something so gross that even the game's blind apologists, the managers and chairpersons, the agents and all the talking heads who are part of this ailing industry, will be stunned into silence.

Gloomy days for Glenn

If the rumours coming from diverse sources inside and outside White Hart Lane this week are true, if Glenn Hoddle's days at Tottenham are numbered, we will have to look no further than north London for confirmation that romance in football counts for very little any more.

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