Kevin Mitchell In the crowded world of sporting fame, to be known universally by a single name lifts an athlete closer to the stars. Few have flown so far into the stratosphere – and plummeted with such Icarusian suddenness – as Tiger. History suggests his flight is far from over. The wax that bound the wings of Eldrick Tont “Tiger” Woods was never going to hold under the heat of daily scrutiny, such were his built-in frailties, and so it was that he fell to earth in 2009, chased from his secluded house by his wife wielding his golf clubs, the implements that made him famous. He confessed to his infidelities, repented and survived. But Tiger’s spirit creaked as worryingly as his body and he fell again, pulled over by cops in the small hours in Jupiter, Florida, looking like a zombified refugee from a rehab hostel, in 2017. His meds had properly kicked in. His dignity was shredded once more. Surely, we thought, he cannot rise again. Against all odds, and even his own expectations, he has. In 2018, his comeback season after four back surgeries in two years, he almost won the Open at Carnoustie. He did win…