Gareth Bale may have been the big star of Europe's summer transfer window, but behind the scenes it was his former club chairman Daniel Levy who emerged as one of the most formidable characters.
The Tottenham supremo has long been known as one of the toughest negotiators in football, and he cemented that status with the manner in which he handled the Bale sale. Not only did he demand a massive fee – possibly even a world record – for a player largely untested at the highest level, but he played the European transfer market with all the strategic flair of a chess Grandmaster. FULL POST
When Floyd Mayweather Jr. stepped into the ring against Robert Guerrero this year, he didn’t just win his 44th professional fight, he added another $34 million to his personal fortune.
Forbes.com calculated that he earned almost $175,000s per punch or - the way I saw it - he could have paid off my 30-year mortgage in the time it took to scratch his nose.
Never has a nickname been more appropriate. They call him “Money”.
Later this year, Mayweather will become even richer when he takes on Mexico’s unbeaten light middleweight champion Saul “Canelo” Alvarez in Las Vegas.
It is hard to avoid the topic of money when interviewing Mayweather. The words “Money, Power, Respect” were plastered across both his cap and his t-shirt and it didn’t take long for the subject to crop up, though he brought it up first. FULL POST
Young sports fans don’t know how good they have it these days. When I was growing up in England, there was none of the wall-to-wall HD TV coverage that exists of almost every sport now.
There was no Internet, no cable or satellite, no ESPN or Sky Sports and certainly no CNN World Sport. We didn’t know what we were missing; in hindsight, the bad news was that there wasn’t much sport on TV, the good news was that you were avidly drawn to whatever there was. Saturation wasn’t anyone’s concern.
And, be it football, golf, boxing, cricket or tennis, the top performers quickly became household names.
In Britain, it was hard to avoid Wimbledon every summer and it was impossible to miss the brash, angry young New Yorker John McEnroe. FULL POST