|This is the second installment my impressions of London 2012, some serious, some not, and this one starts on a negative note.|
There weren’t too many flops in my eyes, but one who stood out for Team GB was Phillips Idowu pictured left going out in the qualifying round of the triple jump.
Was he fit? Was he injured? Was he in the country? When would he join the squad? Was he really in London? By the end of it I couldn’t care less and was delighted when he fell at the first hurdle as it were.
The team that failed in some style were Australia with their very slow start after such a great showing in Beijing, Athens and Sydney. But this isn’t schadenfreude on my part – it’s a reminder of what could happen to Team GB if we don’t follow through on our success in London.
Media Hype of London 2012
Speaking of Australia, there was a lot of ribbing that Yorkshire had done better for medals than the antipodeans, but there was one area of the country that outshone the white rose county – Lancashire.
The various administrative areas that make up the old Yorkshire county produced five gold, one silver and two bronze medals.
Meanwhile the areas that make up the old Lancashire county (ie including Greater Manchester and Merseyside) matched the five golds, but the red rose county pipped their old rivals by having double the number of both silver and bronze medals, so there!
Early on in the Games, every photo of a medallist showed them attempting to bite it which makes you think that they think they’re being fobbed off with a counterfeit.
The picture editors had obviously got fed up with this image by the second week and we then saw the athletes kissing their medals instead.
It is much better to let the competitors get on with it and you’ll come up with a much more original photo, like the one on the left showing the eccentric Ukrainian boxer, Denys Berinchyk using his silver medal as a monocle.
Sporting Spirit 2012
All the events I’ve seen have been played in a spirit of comradeship between the competing athletes, but there were odd moments when that cracked, such as when the French made dark mutterings about perfidious Albion and our ‘magic wheels‘.
Obviously this is because the GB cycling team has Albus Dumbledore as their technical advisor.
But we can be just as bad. When French pole vaulter, Renaud Lavillenie, set his new world record to win gold, I distinctly heard someone say: ‘Oh look, a flying frog!’
I’m afraid that someone was me.
To Be Continued