So farewell then, Eurosport. For 36 years you were the bric-a-brac of satellite channels, dishing up the curios and the comforting, the magnificent and the strange. You were the friend we ignored for weeks at a time, until the Australian Open, the Giro D’Italia, or some esoteric sport from an unpronounceable place lured us back in. Although we never did get round to buying that 16-CD pack of German soft-rock classics for an unbeatable low price, which you peddled during every advert break in the late 1990s.
And now, on 28 February, you are to be killed off, with your tastiest morsels assimilated into TNT Sports behind an expensive paywall. Yes, you were occasionally mocked. But you really will be missed.
