Playing professional sport doesn't equip you for very much else when the time comes to retire. As any televised interview with the likes of Gerrard, Pietersen, Vickery or Kelly Holmes will tell you, the brains of most performers are embedded firmly in their boots (although I did catch David James using the word ambivalence on Radio Five over the weekend. Eamonn Holmes had to ask him what that meant)).
A life in sport certainly does not qualify you for an afterlife in journalism. For proof of this, examine the collected works of Geoffrey Boycott, Jonathan Davies or (particularly) Matthew Pinsent. A J Liebling they ain't.
The one honourable exception is former famous footballer Tony Cascarino. His piece in The Times today on Christmas parties, prompted by the latest Manchester United festive cock-up (possibly literally) was both very funny and very informative.
Cascarino, in fact, writes better than his "countryman", and fellow competitor turned scribe, Paul Kimmage. And Kimmage ghosted his autobiography.
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