The Nike Human Race

On Sunday I ran 10km.

I don’t know how I managed it but I did it.

About six weeks ago my housemate charitably entered me into the Human Race – 10km of sheer hell for the Lance Armstrong Foundation.

Its not that I’m not charity minded but my first answer was no. I’d rather donate the money than kill myself pretending to be a long-distance runner.

In truth I did it for my housemate. He had two decades in friendship in the bank and I didn’t want to let him down, so in exchange for some running shoes I reluctantly agreed.

As part of my strenuous training regime, which only began three weeks before the start of the race, I cut back to two cigarettes a day and had take-away only twice a week.

Also I thought it would be wise if I began to run.

So every day for the last three weeks (apart from the mornings when I couldn’t get out of bed) I went for a 2k run and by Sunday it was the furthest I had ever run without coughing up my insides.

But I ran around the streets of Wembley without stopping.

I didn’t care that old men, pregnant women and one-legged midgets all sprinted past me, I was intent on achieving something for men of my ilk.

So I dedicate my time of 73 minutes (and my Nike Run T-Shirt) to all other overweight, out of shape, nicotine addicted men roped into a cause they never wanted to be a part of.

If I can do it anyone can.

My race result ( 166,000 out of 1.1m worldwide.

Robinho right in his Real spat

While Brazil international Robinho may appear misguided in his last gasp move to Manchester City he was certainly right in his criticism of Spanish champions Real Madrid.

It was not wise to hold his own press conference to secure a move away from the Bernabeu but the reasons behind his desire to leave the club appear to be more than valid.

Once Real had set their sights on securing Manchester United’s Portuguese winger Ronaldo, it was made perfectly clear to Robinho that he was surplus to requirements.

Arrangements were made for his departure and Los Merengues and – after conceding defeat in their battle for Ronaldo – tried to bring in Joaquin from Valencia as his replacement.

The real villains of the piece are Chelsea. In their arrogance, they believed that they were the only club capable of matching Real’s asking price for the young Brazilian.

The Blues let the transfer run down the wire believing that they could secure a deal at the last minute on their terms – leaving Robinho out to dry.

With City coming in at the death with their British record breaking £32.5m deal the deal was sealed – and with Robinho’s position at Real untenable he had no choice but to accept.

While it remains to be seen whether Robinho can live the physical nature of the Premier League his quality is not in doubt. But with his heart set on move to London, will his heart be with Manchester City?

One thing is for sure – City are finally serious about breaking the Premier League’s big four.