It seems Donald Duck and Donald Trump seem inseparable. And funny. They are made from the same American cloth but could not inhabit the same sphere, DD belongs to Disneyland and DT in the White House.

SOLD THE DUMMY is not surprised with Donald Trump's election victory. My essay, How Great Is The United States noted, "At present we are living in tumultuous times that favoured his paradoxical campaign." Smart, and a born hacker and shin kicker, he relished planting improvised explosive devices in a sinking playing field. If Osama Bin Laden was still alive he would be impressed with the game plan. Building the walls he says he will spells danger, as is showing the door to anyone he dislikes. His goal of eliminating uncertainty is where the seeds of totalitarianism lie...Edward Hopkins

Featuring a Peter Lyssiotis image evoking the cruelest atrocities, this tribute to Muhammed Ali is based on an extract from the essay, The Five Categories Of Sport. Born with an inherited slave name in the darkest Jim Crow country of the United States - Ali was quick off the mark demanding his preferred new name. He always bent the knees and was alert to the shin kickers. He dummied brilliantly, fooling the dummies. Edward Hopkins

Hillary Clinton claims America is still great, but could do with some mending. Gritting teeth, Donald Trump spits out it’s no longer great and that he is the only man who can Make America Great Again. Believing both, you'd think the United States had sunk into an unstable rift valley floor with active fault lines running along each side. Edward Hopkins

The biggest change in modern sport is that everyone now wants to play defence. My mum showed me how its done. Edward Hopkins

The Hopkins family travelled to the nearby Lake Gutherie in a metallic gold Valiant V8 to watch the speedboat races featuring Hoodoo driven by local hero, Harvey Gunn. I saw something leaping between heaven and earth. Edward Hopkins

Tolstoy. David Foster Wallace. Both literary giants saw oblivion and both graced the game of tennis as a form of redemption. My journey existed in experiencing elite sport and a constant yearning for the great Blackwood Tree. Edward Hopkins

The lyrics, "Dear landlord, Please don’t put a price upon my soul," has stayed with me ever since I first heard them sung by Bob Dylan. At this later stage, I can sense the words merging even more with my own lengthy journey. Music has always held sway within the souls of people. Sport has also found its way into the souls of people, nowadays more than ever. Why sport matters (and matters to me) begins in concepts of homeland and fair play. Edward Hopkins