Showing posts with label Andrew Flintoff. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Andrew Flintoff. Show all posts

Sunday, 27 February 2011

Freddie Flintoff 2 Dennis Wise 2

Andrew Flintoff’s quest to find something useful to do with himself after retiring from cricket continued tonight in ITV4’s Freddie Flintoff Versus The World.

Andrew Flintoff gees up Dennis Wise before the skeleton challengeIn this week’s installment, our hero visited Canada to challenge Dennis Wise to a series of sporting challenges of differing dangerousness.

Nothing has quite hit the spot like Darren Gough trying his hand at Mexican lucha libre in the first episode, but watching a team of huskies drag Freddie through thick snow came pretty close.

And the skeleton (or travelling at 60mph over sheet ice on a tea tray) was hair-rising. As always, Freddie rose admirably to meet every challenge. He may say he’s having second thoughts, but you just know he’ll never back down.

Next week, Freddie comes up against Ian Walker (I presume the former Tottenham goalkeeper with the strange hairstyle).

Tuesday, 1 February 2011

Freddie Flintoff versus the World, part 2

I’m still loving ITV4’s Freddie Flintoff versus the World. In tonight’s episode, our hero travelled to Arizona with former 400m athlete Iwan Thomas for a demolition derby, a spot of white-water rafting, and finally a bowel-chilling high-wire crossing.

One question – if Freddie can compete successfully in a competition during which he repeatedly drives a car into other cars at high speeds, surely he could be putting in a shift for the England one-day side, currently getting thumped down under?

Sunday, 30 January 2011

Freddie Flintoff versus Darren Gough

Unexpectedly, the first episode of ITV4’s Freddie Flintoff vs the World was rather good. It could have been just another celebrity reality TV vehicle about nothing much at all. Instead, it turned into a study of mortality and the Mexican psyche.

I’m not joking. That was why paintball paragliding, the first of the three extreme sports that Freddie and Darren Gough turned their hands to in Mexico, fell flat on its face, almost literally. It told us nothing about the place.

Freestyle wrestling (lucha libre), on the other hand, tells you almost everything. Flintoff, who sat it out due to a cracked rib, laughed from the sidelines, but Goughie gave it all he had. It wasn’t glamorous (in fact, it looked like it was staged in a primary school gym) but the locals loved it.

Despite taking more punishment from pro-wrestler Horus (‘which in Spanish means … Horus’) in one bout than he did from the Aussies over a nine year Test career, and then escaping from the ring while saying ‘no more, enough’, the former Yorkshire fast bowler was even crowned champion. His arm raised in triumph to the half-empty hall, his voice cracked as he thanked Horus and Mexico. He fitted in perfectly. It all seemed so Mexican.

Both Flintoff and Gough are, of course, completely likeable, and they only had to be themselves to demonstrate how different, and at the same time, how similar, they were to the Mexicans who clapped them from the ring. That was why an earlier Englishman-abroad visit to a taqueria seemed so out-of-place and unnecessary.

The final challenge was the only sport in Mexico more Mexican than lucha libre – cliff-jumping in Acapulco. Flintoff showed his nerves as instructor Angel showed him where divers prayed before jumping (‘I need to get away from this place, it’s freaking me out’), but it was instructive that he paused in the same place for a moment’s reflection before making his final, impressive ten-metre jump.

So we learnt a little about Flintoff and Gough and a lot about Mexico. We even approached something more profound as Freddie reflected that he had ‘never experienced fear, excitement, adrenalin like that in my life before’. If Freddie Flintoff versus the World is all about our hero searching for contentment post-cricket, it may have been successful.