I have worked with my colleague, and friend, John Goliath, for close to 20 years barring a brief intermission when he chose to run after the fool's gold at a rival publication that no longer exists. From the very first moment we met we hit it off. We have shared a near-death experience, jolled together like we were 21 years old – because we actually almost were – during the 2010 Fifa World Cup, stood in the slips for our local amateur cricket team, and share primarily the same views on how sport should be played. But on these very pages just yesterday, he...
