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Brighton 2 Cheltenham 0

Firstly a brief introduction. My name is Ivan Conway and I live in Hove actually, where I retired after a modicum of success in business. I was thrilled when editor Miles Piper and sports editor Tom Hollingworth invited me to contribute for the National Rust on Brighton games. I have supported [...]

August 13, 2014 // 0 Comments

The impossibility of making a silk purse out of a sow’s ear

No doubt like many others beyond – shall we say – the first flush of youth, yesterday evening I tuned in to watch Jo Pavey’s progress and eventual triumph in the European Athletics Championships women’s 10,000 metres final. The mother-of-two, who will be celebrating her 41st birthday in a [...]

August 13, 2014 // 0 Comments

Rory again and again and again

The US PGA is the ugly sister of the four majors. The Masters is first up on the golfing calendar and, rest assured, there will be articles on the azaleas, Gene Sarazen’s albatross, who will don the green jacket in Butler’s Cabin. The Open is what it says on the  claret jug [...]

August 12, 2014 // 0 Comments

That’s it – enough!

This could get me into trouble, but my hatred of cyclists knows no bounds and I don’t care. Never mind that, at the set of traffic lights just fifty yards from my home, my conservative estimate is that 40% of those pedalling on two wheels completely ignore red lights and simply keep going, at [...]

August 11, 2014 // 1 Comment

An overnight sensation

It would be wrong to pretend that there are many advantages to being a lifelong early bird, but one of them is the opportunity it gives an individual to watch, live on television, era-defining events (often sporting) taking place in the United States of America which, depending upon which time zone [...]

August 11, 2014 // 0 Comments

Did I really hear that?

They say that simple thing amuse simple minds – well, please excuse this smidgeon of self-indulgence … This morning I was up, as usual, around 1.00am and came to my laptop with a pint mug of black expresso coffee. My first act after signing is always to conjure up the Radio 5 website, click on [...]

August 10, 2014 // 0 Comments

I had a dream

My earliest memories of playing sport, indeed probably of anything, go back only as far as the early 1960s, midway through my five-year incarceration in a seaside boarding preparatory school deep in the heart of East Sussex. There must have been times when we attended classes and attempted academic [...]

August 9, 2014 // 0 Comments

A tour of the Amex

Yesterday I went on a stadium tour of the Amex, the home of Brighton and Hove Albion FC. “Home” is the crucial word here as, after the bulldozing of the Goldstone Ground in 1997, the club and city was not to have a ground of its own until – 15 years to the very day – they [...]

August 8, 2014 // 0 Comments

Going back and actually enjoying it

Last night, in keeping with my normal television-choice routine, I channel-hopped as far as BBC4 in a desperate attempt to find something worth watching and thereby came across The Story of the 1986 Commonwealth Games on BBC4. [Here I must confess that I am about to comment upon an hour-long [...]

August 7, 2014 // 0 Comments

One for the Emerald isle

Last night I tuned to Sky Sports television in order to watch the first real heavyweight clash of the Women’s Rugby World Cup now taking place in France – the group stage match between Ireland and four-times World Cup winners New Zealand (aka ‘the Black Ferns’), who had yet to lose a [...]

August 6, 2014 // 0 Comments

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