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Friday 9 April 2010

Tiger Woods

Ok so maybe I was a little harsh last night but honestly I'd just seen that latest Nike advert he's done. Sick-making. A concerned looking Eldrick (that's his real name you know, no wonder he doesn't bloody use it) appears on screen, mandatory Nike cap on head, with a voice-over of some words of his late (yes, dead) father. Utterly crass. Now he may have turned over a new leaf but if he doesn't know that this is awful he should get some new advisers.

Let us be clear, I happen to think he is the greatest golfer of all time. He is phenomenal. So what if he screws around. He's hardly the first. But he always had this carefully nurtured carapace of goodness, a sort of Zen Bhuddist bollocks. Both at the same time he managed to epitomise greatness in sport and its modern crassness.

As if to prove how remarkable he is, last night he ventured out for his first competitive game for almost half a year. And he was magnificent. Peter Alliss (not a great fan of him either since you ask) got it right in commentary - Woods has always been admired but not loved. What odds on him doing the Grand Slam this year? I'm going to Ladbrokes this afternoon.

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