Boris Starling

An eighth gold in Sydney isn’t just an American hope: it’s their turf, their birthright

In Cathy Freeman were vested not just a nation’s hopes but its fears, guilt and shame, too

The staccato clatter of wooden seats: a thundering drumbeat that vibrates direct to the heart

What could such a storied player want with a middling Midlands club?

When it’s good it’s very good indeed

Five balls, four minutes, three untouchable deliveries, two lbw appeals and one priceless wicket

Cricket in the West Indies has not been the same since the loss of Malcolm Marshall

Ali dances, bounces, beckons Foreman on, matador against bull

1970s Pittsburgh wasn’t just a steel town: it was the steel town

A man motivated by the pinnacle or nothing at all