Sports Editorials

Skiing with Franz Klammer, Fall Line magazine:
Klammer hit the accelerator and began spinning the car up the icy road, veering it in a wide slalom, using the turns to cut into the surface. A few minutes later we saw the headlights appear through the sheets of snow. He came level with us and whipped the car around in a perfect 180 degree spin, coming to a halt next to us. This guy has a feeling for snow, I thought. He really knows snow.
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Tiger Woods profile, Open Road magazine:
For those old enough to remember, golf used to be a game played by gentlemen: Woods reminds them that the best qualities of respect and courtesy have not altogether disappeared from the game.
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Golfing drama in Dubai, Mashreq Herald magazine
As he stood on the approach to the final, decisive hole in this year's Desert Classic golf tournament in Dubai, South African Ernie Els held his breath. Ahead of him was an imposing grandstand, packed with thousands of fans, forming a magnificent semi-circle around the opulent green. Beyond that rose the giant towers of the Kingdom, symbols of its recent emergence as a global centre of business and tourism.
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UK parliament vs Germany in Berlin
One player is 64. Others are getting on for 20 stone. But Lawrie McMenemy out-thinks the opposition and inspires optimism. We can score, we can win, even if they're Beckenbaur and we're Perry Groves.
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Three beautiful Virgins beckon, Classic Travel magazine
A dive boat left the beach of the Renaissance Hotel on St Thomas, taking us out to the Ledges of Little St James dive. This is a wonder of natural underwater landscaping, with vast chasms and overhanging coral reef, walls of pullulating life, caves with eight-foot long eels in them or hairy red lobsters.
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Diving in the Maldives, Lexus magazine:
Then, that night, we dived again, first using torches, but then finding a sandy slope, we knelt, turned the torches off and swam back along the reef, flicking phosphorescence from our fingers like raindrops, watching it spark on our fins and masks. A two-thirds moon swam above us and cast its watery gleam on our heads; fish darted this way and that, coral tables loomed and passed beneath us. It felt as though we were surrendering to the night and the sea, being so close to its dark, benign heart and making so little footprint on its fragility. Just the ripple of our passing and the luminescent air in large, small small, large globes ascending like glass prayers from our open mouths, hands together, knees bent, carried on invisible wings across the deep and silent ocean.
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