Interwoven with the inevitable recapitulation of a torrent of games, an oddly affecting self-portrait emerges from Didier Drogba’s account of his footballing life. The image is that of a man who, after an unsettling childhood and almost a decade of toiling in football’s lower reaches, finally achieved the security for which he yearned: during all too few winters at Chelsea, the club he calls home; in Ivory Coast, the country of his childhood; and, most of all, with a woman with whom, since the age of 22, he has raised four children. Undercurrents of sensitivity and shyness course through this work — a surprising revelation from a man who, in his prime, seemed cut from bronze, but whose moral compass is touchingly calibrated.
For all cricket fans. A charming evocation of Bombay cricket down the ages.
A gift I received for my 70th birthday. Orr is my Boston Bruins idol and reading this one, I’m just struck by what a class act he is off the ice. Humble, self-effacing, generous, he’s class personified. And in my mind he’ll always be soaring through the air in that famous image.
Any son who has played golf with his father will instantly connect not just to the golf but to the bond of father and son.
The story of the 1936 U.S. Olympic rowing team competing in the Berlin Olympics. One should never underestimate what the determined amateur can do when armed with a professional attitude.
An unlikely story set in the Pacific Northwest of a group of gritty, up-by-the-bootstraps young men pitted against the most elite and privileged athletes the world could throw at them. The fact that we already know they won the gold doesn’t make the story any less riveting or their actions any less heroic.