We Could Be Heroes

Ben: Do you ever worry you'll die without having left a mark? Tom: What about when you won that 3 a.m. break-dancing battle with the overweight Australian girl? Ben: It's not enough. I want to go down in history. Tom: You're called Ben Dirs. You will. Finely-tuned triathlete Tom Fordyce and hopeless smoker Ben Dirs have made a living blogging for the BBC about the triumphs and tribulations of sport at its highest level - but they will never be World Champions themselves. Well, unless they can find some really pointless sporting challenges... From the gripping slow-motion drama of the World Sauna Championships to the Cotswold Olympicks, in which 'competitors, wearing boots, attempt to kick each other,' We Could Be Heroes is a collection of brilliantly funny gonzo despatches from the frontline of sport. If you can race Ben Fogle up a Yorkshire hillside carrying a sack of coal, or kick the shin out of Rory McGrath, you could be the Champion of the World - and what's more, you'll have very, very sore shins, my son.

Ben: Do you ever worry you ll die without having left a mark? Tom: What about when you won that 3 a.m. break-dancing battle with the overweight Australian girl? Ben: It s not enough. I want to go down in history. Tom: You re called Ben Dirs. You will. Finely-tuned triathlete Tom Fordyce and hopeless smoker Ben Dirs have made a living blogging for the BBC about the triumphs and tribulations of sport at its highest level but they will never be World Champions themselves. Well, unless they can find some really pointless sporting challenges From the gripping slow-motion drama of the World Sauna Championships to the Cotswold Olympicks, in which competitors, wearing boots, attempt to kick each other, We Could Be Heroes is a collection of brilliantly funny gonzo despatches from the frontline of sport. If you can race Ben Fogle up a Yorkshire hillside carrying a sack of coal, or kick the shin out of Rory McGrath, you could be the Champion of the World and what s more, you ll have very, very sore shins, my son.