I have just been watching re-runs of various Olympic competitions, cycling, rowing, athletics. I had forgotten the atmosphere, the noise, the tension, the emotion and the excitement. It was immense as the drama played out, could we do it again, another win and yet another.the excitement in the voices of the commentators the thrill of seeing their friends and athletic colleagues pull out the stops, lay it all on the line and offer the last drop of energy the last drop of mental commitment.We ordinary mortals can't understand the stress at this level of competition, we could only marvel at the events as the wins unfurled and we continued to win and win and win.The expressions of wild elation from those slight, wispy figures in the women's double sculls, we've done it we've done it, we are the champions!! The expression on the lass in the bow her face was pure poetry, can it be true, it is true we've done it !! My own throat was full, my eyes were wet with tears as I relived the emotion of the moment. The athletes were the centre piece but a close second came the spectators who cheered and cheered. The country had come alive, had woken to the fact that we could win and win in style.The opening ceremony dashed aside our natural pessimism and the athletes did the rest.
Thursday, 27 December 2012
The athletes did the rest.
I have just been watching re-runs of various Olympic competitions, cycling, rowing, athletics. I had forgotten the atmosphere, the noise, the tension, the emotion and the excitement. It was immense as the drama played out, could we do it again, another win and yet another.the excitement in the voices of the commentators the thrill of seeing their friends and athletic colleagues pull out the stops, lay it all on the line and offer the last drop of energy the last drop of mental commitment.We ordinary mortals can't understand the stress at this level of competition, we could only marvel at the events as the wins unfurled and we continued to win and win and win.The expressions of wild elation from those slight, wispy figures in the women's double sculls, we've done it we've done it, we are the champions!! The expression on the lass in the bow her face was pure poetry, can it be true, it is true we've done it !! My own throat was full, my eyes were wet with tears as I relived the emotion of the moment. The athletes were the centre piece but a close second came the spectators who cheered and cheered. The country had come alive, had woken to the fact that we could win and win in style.The opening ceremony dashed aside our natural pessimism and the athletes did the rest.
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