In each month of the year, there are always traditions. In April, Arsenal throw a season of great promise out of a window. In May, Manchester City win the league, and people celebrate by chasing a lump of cheese down a steep hill in Gloucestershire.
In December, since 1954, people have gathered around the TV and decided the best sportsperson of the year. The same sports are still carrying on, so when some say the award is less relevant these days, my question would be: why?
