Go to You Tube and watch a hilarious parody of the new Nike advert. The original is simple enough; an unflinching and unemotional 30second stare from Tiger in black and white while his late father speaks eerily of how to behave and act and whatever else he said because it was so boring I switched off.
The you tube take-off is along the same theme but with Tiger pleading for one of his mistresses to take his number off her phone and warning her that his wife Erin might call and to not to answer and please don't spill the beans or whatever else it goes on to say as it petered out into something a bit sycophantic, if that's possible.
Fast forward to the first tee, round one at Augusta and the US Masters, Tiger's comeback and the World awaits his aura back on tour. He joins the thousands crammed in to the small space and a heroes welcome and plenty of smiles and whoops is what he is met by.
The point is can we ever really fall out of love with a superhero? Tiger is a superhero. There aren't many waking this planet. Federer? Schumacher? Tendulkar? Messi? That's about it I guess. Tiger had about 18 or 20 extra-marrital affair if all is to be believed. And he's stll a hero and not a zero.
It's now Sunday morning and hes perfectly placed to win on hs return, one of the last out and few off the lead. The World waits once again.
If he won he would really win. And oh my would he win. Its not just the trophy but more adoration, a million more column inches or the hundreds of sponsors crawling at his cell phone to get him back with more Zero's than plausible. It would be his cocksure manner that he really is an untouchable. A man that, even in such a religious and Christian society as America, can literally shag around and then smile all the way to the bank!
For humanity's sake and for the love of Augusta. For the love of respectability. For the love of man and what is right.
If anyone can affect the result. Let the green jacket not be Tiger's. It wouldn't be right.
Sunday, 11 April 2010
Tuesday, 6 April 2010
One man united in Yellow and Green
There was a joke when Michael Owen was in his prime that went something along the lines of - It was England vs Scotland at the old Wembley. Beckham and the boys say to Owen, 'Michael - Its only Scotland. Fancy playing on your own and we'll watch from the pub?' Michael agrees and after a game of killer darts the England team turn on to see half time Owen has scored twice and we lead 2-0. Back to the darts and the boys check the score again. Full time England 3 Scotland 4. Owen walks into the pub for a pint looking a little sheepish. Becks pipes up, what happened Michael - 'Well I got sent off after 70minutes. Sorry lads.'
Man.Utd vs Chelsea on Saturday saw the most one sided top of the table clash for years. Chelsea, without many first team players including the heavily influential Essien, Bosingwa and the best left-back this side of the moon in Ashley Cole still put Man.Utd to the sword, sort of.
Chelsea have hiccupped through the last few weeks, falling from 1st and failing to get past Mourinho's Milan before thumping 7past Champions League chasing Villa and then outplaying United on their own turf in front of their never happy travelling fans.
Chelsea are showing unity, true team spirit and an ability to dig deep. United seemed lost without their talismatic striker in the form of movement, passion, desire and general urgency around the park. Rooney is a bigger loss it would seem to United than he would be to England come the World cup.
It is a big week for United. Bayern midweek and another banana skin in the premiership on Sunday away to Blackburn could turn what was a potential treble trophy winning side into a bare cupboard for once.
Who would write them off at this stage, with their squad, with their knighted manager, with a record of wins and trophies and strength at the end of the season after season?
It looks like I just have.
Take note. Its not too long odds that would have United losing four on the trot, they are already half way there after all.
If it does happen, expect the Glazers to get a bit more stick and start seeing even more green and yellow being waved around the Theatre of Dreams!
Ronaldo who?
Man.Utd vs Chelsea on Saturday saw the most one sided top of the table clash for years. Chelsea, without many first team players including the heavily influential Essien, Bosingwa and the best left-back this side of the moon in Ashley Cole still put Man.Utd to the sword, sort of.
Chelsea have hiccupped through the last few weeks, falling from 1st and failing to get past Mourinho's Milan before thumping 7past Champions League chasing Villa and then outplaying United on their own turf in front of their never happy travelling fans.
Chelsea are showing unity, true team spirit and an ability to dig deep. United seemed lost without their talismatic striker in the form of movement, passion, desire and general urgency around the park. Rooney is a bigger loss it would seem to United than he would be to England come the World cup.
It is a big week for United. Bayern midweek and another banana skin in the premiership on Sunday away to Blackburn could turn what was a potential treble trophy winning side into a bare cupboard for once.
Who would write them off at this stage, with their squad, with their knighted manager, with a record of wins and trophies and strength at the end of the season after season?
It looks like I just have.
Take note. Its not too long odds that would have United losing four on the trot, they are already half way there after all.
If it does happen, expect the Glazers to get a bit more stick and start seeing even more green and yellow being waved around the Theatre of Dreams!
Ronaldo who?
Thursday, 1 April 2010
Big Danger for the Hayemaker?
Lennox Lewis was never lauded as much as he deserved. Part Canadian, part enigma, 100% boxing royalty. Whatever you think of him his record can't be denied.
The big man who was born in West ham but subsequently schooled and won Olympic gold for Canadia beat every one he faced inside the square circle. He won the belts 3x ala Mr.Ali, Tyson and Holyfield. He had presence, dynamite power in his paws and the ability to adjust to every size and style he faced and beat. There will never be many like him.
Lennox was the last British Heavyweight great. Some have come and gone without as much as a murmur including the next Heavyweight champion, Audley Harrison (if you believe anything he says).
But now there is a real pretender to the throne, David Haye. The man who slayed the dragon in form of cartoon caricatured Russian monster Valuev. Possibly the hairiest man ever to to be called a champ.
Ask any boxing fan a year ago what David Haye's best attributes were, his monster 'hayemaker' and his mouth would probably prove most destructive. His self confidence not far behind.
Today, just before getting in the ring for his first defence against the 2x journey man and self named 'Quiet Man' John Ruiz, Haye is a different beast.
He is a boxer and a thinker. He is also basking in the glory a little too much of becoming 'Champ'. He speaks of knocking out the Klitschko brothers a little too frequently, even before America has paid notice.
His chances against the big Ukranians is debatable, better against the younger brother than the older because he looks like a bear hugger rather than an imposing brawler.
Haye's chances against Puerto Rican Ruiz? Questionable. Ruiz hugs and holds and leans and is bigger and more experienced. Haye is the bigger puncher and more charismatic.
The Brit living in Clapham needs to get in and out sharpish or he could become fodder in a messy holding fight that would frustrate and ultimately ruin his chances of Worldwide adoration and untold riches.
Something he cleary strives for.
The big man who was born in West ham but subsequently schooled and won Olympic gold for Canadia beat every one he faced inside the square circle. He won the belts 3x ala Mr.Ali, Tyson and Holyfield. He had presence, dynamite power in his paws and the ability to adjust to every size and style he faced and beat. There will never be many like him.
Lennox was the last British Heavyweight great. Some have come and gone without as much as a murmur including the next Heavyweight champion, Audley Harrison (if you believe anything he says).
But now there is a real pretender to the throne, David Haye. The man who slayed the dragon in form of cartoon caricatured Russian monster Valuev. Possibly the hairiest man ever to to be called a champ.
Ask any boxing fan a year ago what David Haye's best attributes were, his monster 'hayemaker' and his mouth would probably prove most destructive. His self confidence not far behind.
Today, just before getting in the ring for his first defence against the 2x journey man and self named 'Quiet Man' John Ruiz, Haye is a different beast.
He is a boxer and a thinker. He is also basking in the glory a little too much of becoming 'Champ'. He speaks of knocking out the Klitschko brothers a little too frequently, even before America has paid notice.
His chances against the big Ukranians is debatable, better against the younger brother than the older because he looks like a bear hugger rather than an imposing brawler.
Haye's chances against Puerto Rican Ruiz? Questionable. Ruiz hugs and holds and leans and is bigger and more experienced. Haye is the bigger puncher and more charismatic.
The Brit living in Clapham needs to get in and out sharpish or he could become fodder in a messy holding fight that would frustrate and ultimately ruin his chances of Worldwide adoration and untold riches.
Something he cleary strives for.
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