I thought I had read every conceivable variation of meaningless tosh written about Munich '58, but I'd forgotten we hadn't heard from Simon Barnes in the Times. Here's his latest session of verbal wanking: "Sport is life. It is the most vivid form of being alive, at any rate in public. Sport's triumphs and disasters, joys and sorrows, shame and glory have an intensity impossible to find elsewhere on a regular basis and it acquires an added meaning and importance from sport's essential triviality. Sport may be said to be the precise opposite of death."
If you have never met Simon Barnes, let me tell you that he has a fop's ponytail and favours white suits and boaters. He looks like a prick - and writes like one.
But at least this latest offering has made him Sporting Pseud of the Week ... for the second time.
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