He was sailing - he was sailing! Youthful yachtsman Michael Perham has cruised his way into the record books single-handedly by sailing across the Atlantic at the age of 14. And won the admiration of every fellow schoolboy in the process.

The wide-eyed youngster pulled off perhaps the most incredible sporting feat of modern times this week and you have to take off your nautical hat to the achievement. It isn’t often that sailing splashes onto these pages but there’s always a first time.

The bottom line here is that Michael got out of bed at his Potters Bar home and decided to do something amazing. The fact he comes from Hertfordshire and sails boats is neither here nor there. But he really should have been doing his chemistry homework rather than messing about on yachts.

Now it could be said that sailing is one of the snooty, elitist sports that only the rich and famous can afford. Michael was simply playing with one of those aristocratic toys that Chay Blyth and Sir Francis Chichester was once given.

When you think of sailing, your thoughts immediately turn to the South of France and film stars with fake tans. But for this adventurous young boy, life had already presented one of its greatest challenges. Nothing could have been more frightening than the sight of the Atlantic at its wildest. Yet here was a young man who weighed up the risks, dropped anchor and set out on the longest of journeys.

You have to wonder why a lad of 14 was allowed out onto the sea after nine o’clock in the evening. Surely he should have been in the local youth club or perhaps taking excessive amounts of alcohol in a sleazy nightclub.

But as somebody with no sailing experience, this is one writer who offers nothing but congratulations to the young yachtie. As Michael set out on his boat Cheeky Monkey, he must have known what he was letting himself in for. The Atlantic is an unforgiving ocean and even for an adult it's just about the most punishing assault course on the planet.

Michael's loving and protective parents will have wrapped a warm blanket around their son after his momentous feat. Besides, it’s not every day that your little lad crosses one of the most daunting oceans in the world on his own.

As he soaks in a luxurious bath and thinks about double maths, Michael will pat himself on the back. English sport has had little to cheer but at the beginning of 2007 so let us celebrate a truly wonderful young man. He tackled the high seas and then landed on dry land with a refreshing smile. Sport rarely gets better.