'I hate sport. I've always hated it. I don't just mean one or two sports; I hate all of them.' When Andy Miller played in his first crazy golf tournament, he was a confirmed sports atheist. While the country had gone sports mad, he'd stayed in and read a book. Now he had an inkling of what the fever was all about, and he determined to find out more. A year later and he was the UK's lone representative at the crazy golf world championships in Latvia; he'd also become a season-ticket holder at QPR, spent a day at Wimbledon, and got blind drunk with all the other spectators at the Boat Race - all in the interests of research. Tilting at Windmills is the hilarious account of one man's attempt to explain our national obsession with sport.