THE rugby in recent weeks has been generally splendid and, until this weekend sun kissed, but perversely more than ever I am convinced it should firmly resist the regular calls to become a summer game.
It’s the third week of June and I really want to immerse myself in Euro 2020 and the Test cricket and the T20 Blast. I want my annual one-month dose of tennis – Queens and Wimbledon does me just nicely, I don’t need any more.
I badly want to touch base with my beloved athletics again ahead of the Olympics and of course the Tour de France starts on Saturday and that demands 24/7 attention for...