The unbearable lightness of being Michael Owen
Some players are clearly too saintly to actually dive. They are simply the victims of bodies so lacking in ballast that the merest brush of a sleeve can send them crashing to the ground. England striker Michael Owen, with his pleasant face, sensible haircut and general air of an aspiring junior executive who's just checked into a luxury hotel and taken full advantage of the in-room trouser-press facility, is clearly not the sort of man to try and pull the wool over anybody's eyes, and yet . . . he has fallen over an awful lot, most notably in World Cup games against Argentina. This is not cheating, though. It is just that Michael is so lacking in substance that the very breath of a South American defender is enough to unbalance the little fellow. Clearly not many players are so blessed, but using Zen actualisation techniques and muttering the mantra: "I am as thistledown wafting on the breeze," even the burliest of strikers can achieve similar results.
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