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James Delingpole

It’s sport that really matters in life. Now where’s my surfboard?

18 July 2013

1:00 PM

18 July 2013

1:00 PM

What a glorious sporting summer it has been so far. For some the highlight will have been Andy Murray at Wimbledon, for others that nailbiting first Test against the Aussies. But for me, none of this comes even close to matching the joy, the exultation, the triumph of the moment on an Atlantic beach a few days ago when our hot young female Portuguese surf instructor took Girl and me aside to comment on our morning’s performance.

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