In case you haven't noticed, I love sport. Great sporting events often bring me to tears. I cheer like mad as a spectator (according to my father-in-law you can actually see spittle flying). The great irony is that I was blessed with (limited) sporting talent in just about the one sport that bores me to tears - golf. But even I could appreciate the magic of the European comeback at the Ryder Cup last weekend. Could barely hold it together as the captain dedicated it to the late Seve Ballesteros.