#sport

Survival of the fittest

I'm not a very sporty person. I hated sport at school, always tried to be goalkeeper in hockey so I wouldn't have too much running around to do and loathed gym with a passion. I mean, what is the point of climbing up ropes or springing over a horse? I was mediocre in tennis and netball and didn't mind a bit of trampolining, but that was the extent of my sportiness. I can't even swim or ride a bike, not having been taught to as a child.  As an adult, I avoided sport like the plague. I avoided doing it AND watching it. Whereas most people go mad over Wimbledon fortnight (which takes place a short tram-ride from where I Iive), I cannot bear it and get annoyed with the endless coverage on TV. I might watch the occasional football match if it has some historic significance, but even that leaves me with half an eye on the TV doing something else. I hate the Olympic coverage and, as to why footballers earn vast sums of money just to kick a ball about, escapes me (and not always perfectly