I first played international sport when I represented Trinidad in lawn tennis as a schoolboy in 1949. As late as 1981 I found myself competing in trial matches for selecting the Guyana team for that year’s Caribbean Squash Championships. From the 1940s to the 1980s is a stretch of five decades. And since competing, of course, there have been an infinite number of hugely pleasurable hours spent watching and reading about and discussing sport and the great champions.
Sport has an infinity of delights to offer in this hard, unplayful world. There is the pure physical relief that comes with brisk, blood-stirring exertion. There is sport’s excitement which so often can lift the heart beating into the throat. And there is the beauty in sport – in its own way a beauty
