If you ask me here, in the middle of the sports page, “Nico, which are you more confused about, the death of the inventor of punk, Vivienne Westwood, or the death of Pelé?”, I still answer: ” My mother’s death.” But if I had to choose – and it is one of those times, the time when year lists are drawn up – I say, with my arm twisted behind my back, Vivienne Westwood.