The even more depressing thing ...
I keep on meaning to write at length about the spectre of cheating in sport, horrible as it is, that makes fools of us all, that won't go away. I haven't got the time or the heart, but here are just a few thoughts in light of recent events. I admire the people that are so appalled by it that they sever contact with sports that they used to love - forget cycling, forget athletics, they say, and that's that. If you're like me, however, and you're too much of an addict, you love the stats and the struggles and the stories, they keep your life ticking over, the truth is you have to lie to yourself a bit. I haven't watched athletics and boxing over the last couple of decades without knowing there was a large percentage of cheaters in there, and I know that I don't have a perfect radar capable of picking out the baddies and the goodies. Plenty of my favourites will have cheated, I know that. They'll have lied and lied and cheated and cheated. When the