The Laureus Sports Awards: Plastic Fantastic or Camel-Infested Conundrum?

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The Laureus Sports Awards: Plastic Fantastic or Camel-Infested Conundrum?
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Ah, the Laureus Sports Awards. Big event for us in Abu Dhabi, or so I am assured. Looked that way this morning.

There we were, out on the lawns of the magnificent Emirates Palace Hotel, surrounded by autumnal stars and mid-winter sunshine.

Two seven-side-teams, packed with big names from the past decade. Surprisingly, among them, there was the beanpole figure of Patrick Vieira. Surely, he should be back with Manchester City helping them usurp their no-longer-unbeaten rivals United in the fascinating Premier League chase?

But no, with vintage performers from all over the world in action and about 500 people, mostly journalists, watching as they ate a wonderful free breakfast, Paddy and pals were having a kick-about.

Apparently it ended 11-11 and went to a golden goal. Stevie McManaman, still with the same Wednesday legs (at Liverpool, they'd says Wednesday gonna break, his legs are so skinny), may have scored it. Or was it Christian Karembeu, the one with the pert wife?

It matters not. Marcelle Desailly was out there, Victor Baia in goal, even a popular singer by the name of Ronan Keating, who looked the most energetic of the lot! Oh, and there was the world's tennis No. 1 Caroline Wozniacki cheering enthusiasticallydie-hard Liverpool fan apparently. Thank God for Kenny Dalglish. I didn't tell her the old Roy Hodgson Under 13 story.

Superb self-photography: I told you there were camels. And sand. And palm trees.

In all, the glitzy kickabout apparently earned half a million Euros for charity; not sure how, But there it is. That's what these Laureus Awards do, have done since 2000.

Earn money for charity, help grass roots football. Something about Laureus Sport for Good Foundation. God knows how it works, but it seems to. All the cynical sports people involved swear by it. Frequently, as sportspeople do.

They were queuing up afterwards, the stars, to say nice things about Abu Dhabi and Laureus. About the things they've done for this strange sporting foundation, which first erupted on to the scene in 2000, handing out awards to Tiger Woods and the like.

Tonight, they'll do it again. Sebastian Vettel, the Formula One champion, is nominated for Sportsman of the Year, along with racketeer Rafa Nadal and hot favourite Manny Pacquiao, not to be argued with.

Caroline Wozniacki is expected to see off British heptathlete Jessica Ennis is the women's category, and I'm backing New Zealand's All Black for the team trophy, though the European Ryder Cup team will run them close.

Look, as Lucas Radbethe former Leeds and South Africa star pictured with me abovesaid: "It's a lot of fun coming out here, but they do good too, Laureus."

Fair enough. Why knock it? Tabloid journalists tend to want to knock these things over.

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The big spending, the lavish entertainment, but hold on: Abu Dhabi is a fairy tale country. Particularly when you're on the lush green lawns of the Emirates Palace hotel, with the fabulous beach, strewn with camels, shimmering in the background. Let's not return to reality.

Let's live happily ever after.

So it's back to this unbelievable seven-star hotel to scribble something down, then the awards tonight. Red carpet out (and it's a bloody big one, must be one of those local carpets they've flown in, Persian style). Ronan will sing, Morgan Freeman will make us cry, Kevin Spacey will hand out the statuettes and make us laugh. Hopefully.

Spacey's so caught up in it, he's apparently launching a dramatic academy out here.

Theatrical types aren't that welcome, but if anyone can persuade devout Moslems to come out of the acting closet, Kev can. I've just been trying to persuade Lucas Radebethe man who inspired the Leeds-based Kaizer Chiefs rock bandto come out here and coach the locals. Neil Tovey, his old Bafana Bafana team-mate and former Amazulu and Black Stars coach, has already sent me his CV.

This is the place to be. Tax free, a vibrant economy, the government pushing sports so hard. Nowhere else like it.

Forget the barren out beyond this fabulous city. The troubled Arab neighbours like Egypt, Tunisia, Yemen and Lebanon.

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Cheque this out: Laureus officials prove there is a point to this morning's kickabout

Here, they have machines giving out gold in the lobby. Petrol costs less than water. Smoking is so cheap, you feel compelled to puff.

And tonight, when the eyes of the world watch sportsmen glitter, we can forget, for a moment, the troubles of the real world.

For a moment. It's mid-winter here. The sun's shining. While the rest of the world endures floods and recession, here we bask and spend.

Tax free of course. Have I mentioned that?

Paradise. Slightly plastic, very shiny, all brand new, nothing here 30 years ago. But paradise in the style of Milton.

 

Neal Collins has just joined The National newspaper in Abu Dhabi, sun, sand, camels, sand. And no taxes. To find out more, go to www.nealcollins.co.uk. Or fly out here. It's worth experiencing.

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