It’s a unique feeling, waking up in a tent: the canvas above you illuminated by the rising sun, the chatter of birds carrying through the clean highland breeze. But then a smell begins to reach your nostrils. No, not the fragrant scent of Scottish heather but the noxious odour of three men, who haven’t had a shower in four days. A few sniffs of that certainly wakes one up.
Like it or not, sport is intertwined with politics. Sportsmen who reject the link are shirking the responsibility that accompanies their money and fame.