That Sporting Week. A look back at some of the last week's top sports stories.This week in sport has been a lot like assembling flat‑pack furniture: technically impressive, frequently confusing, and at least one major organisation has realised it probably shouldn’t have sold half the screws to private investors.

Sport fans, gather round. It’s been one of those weeks where every headline feels like it was written by a committee of caffeinated badgers! . Let’s begin with FIFA, because nothing says “sport” like a governing body that behaves like a malfunctioning vending machine.So: Gianni Infantino, the FIFA president and man who always looks like he’s about to offer you a suspiciously good deal on a used hatchback, has announced that he is scrapping the plan to sell stakes in FIFA competitions to private investors. This plan was controversial, which in FIFA terms means people didn’t just shrug and say “yeah, that tracks.” Infantino says the project “created divisions,” which is polite executive‑speak for “everyone hated it and threatened to set fire to something.”Apparently the idea was to let private investors own chunks of FIFA tournaments, which is exactly the sort of thing you’d propose if you’d never met a football fan in your life. Football supporters do not want hedge funds anywhere near our sport. We don’t even want hedge funds near our half time pies! So Infantino has now backed away, presumably while whistling innocently and pretending he never suggested it in the first place.

Meanwhile, in New Zealand, greyhound racing has been banned, prompting several trainers to respond in the most New Zealand way possible: by chartering flights and sending up to 150 greyhounds to Australia. Yes. Entire planeloads of dogs. This is the first time in history that a flight attendant has had to say, “Please ensure your greyhound is in the upright position for landing.”The trainers say they’re simply continuing their sport in Australia, which is admirable dedication, but also raises logistical questions. For example: how do you convince a greyhound to go through airport security? Do they get tiny passports? Do they have to take their collars off and put them in the tray? These are the details the public deserves.

In Glasgow, Georgia Hunter Bell has decided she would like to win every medal in existence. She took Commonwealth gold in the 800m, adding it to her 1500m world indoor title, and now she’s eyeing a full sweep in 2026. This is the athletic equivalent of someone finishing a marathon and immediately asking where the next one is. Hunter Bell trains with Keely Hodgkinson, which must be like sharing a gym with a jet engine. She’s also racing at the European Championships and the Ultimate Championships, which sound like the kind of event where the winner gets a sword.

Also in Glasgow, Josh Kerr won the men’s mile in front of his home crowd, which is the dream scenario for any athlete. Winning at home means you get applause, adoration, and at least three relatives shouting “THAT’S MY BOY” even if you’re 28 and have a mortgage.

Over in Italy, Great Britain’s rowers have been collecting gold medals like they’re running a loyalty card scheme. Lauren Henry won the women’s single sculls, adding to her Olympic gold from Paris, and Benjamin Pritchard took PR1 men’s single sculls. Rowing is one of those sports where everyone looks serene and graceful, but in reality they’re doing the physical equivalent of trying to escape a haunted canoe.

And if that wasn’t enough water‑based glory, Great Britain also won golds in synchronised diving and artistic swimming at the European Aquatics Championships. Maisie Bond and Lois Toulson scored 300.06 in the 10m synchronised event, narrowly beating Germany and Ukraine. I don’t know how judges score diving, but I assume it involves a combination of physics, witchcraft, and whether the splash looks like it could ruin a nearby picnic.

In tennis, Emma Raducanu will miss the US Open due to a stress fracture in her right lower leg.( Another Emma Raducan, injury story Ed)  This is disappointing for fans, baffling for anyone who still can’t understand how she became British number one so fast, and deeply frustrating for Raducanu herself, who has spent the last few years alternating between triumph and medical paperwork. She pulled out of Wimbledon late, and now she’ll sit out Flushing Meadows. At this rate she’s going to qualify for frequent flyer miles at the physiotherapist.

Finally, Manchester United have appointed Eva Olid as their new women’s manager. She replaces Marc Skinner, who left “by mutual consent,” which is football‑speak for “everyone agreed it was time to stop pretending this was working.” Olid arrives from Hearts with a two‑year deal and an option for another year, which is the contractual equivalent of saying, “We believe in you, but also we’ve met football before.”

So that’s your week in sport: FIFA backing away from a terrible idea, greyhounds boarding international flights like furry businessmen, British athletes hoarding medals, rockets of human speed in Glasgow, rowers conquering Italy, divers defying gravity, Raducanu resting, and Manchester United trying something new.

In other words: chaos, triumph, dogs, and paperwork. Everything sport should be!