
For ten years a small group of former non-footballers have met on Sunday mornings for The Sherrin At The Fearon kick-to-kick sessions in Williamstown, opposite the beach. It’s blokes mostly, and most on the wrong side of 50, re-living teenage glory days. (Even if those glory days were no more than kick-to-kick itself.)

In 2001 I was in France during the Tour de France and followed it closely on TV marvelling at the American Lance Armstrong and barracking for Australian Stuart O’Grady in the sprint section.
JUST about everyone on the planet knows where they were when Princess Diana died in that car crash in a Paris underpass tunnel. 

