In the end, it wasn’t the union jack painted faces, “Team GB” hash tags or unpredicted boasts of tickets for an obscure event in a remote London hamlet that gave the games away; it was the tears.
This year’s Olympics have the potential to be the best ever for women’s sport, with more female competitors, more events and more medals up for grabs than ever before.
I’d be the first to admit that I was not a sporty girl. Sporty girls and sporty boys were loved by teachers and pupils alike. If you didn’t cut it on the pitch, you probably didn’t cut it on the playground.
You will know that the London Olympics is in full swing because the media is full of stories asking whether Michael Phelps, who has just added a few more medals to his tally bringing it to 19 of which 15 are gold, is the greatest Olympian of all time.
Nowadays the phrase “performance-enhancing” and the word “drugs” all too frequently go together, particularly during the Olympics. But that wasn’t always the case.
Being a Germany fan at London 2012 has, thus far, been a largely thankless task. The first few days of the Games have seen several national heroes limp out of their respective events without so much as seeing a medal, let alone wearing one.
It could pay to look for a bit of value in the women’s 100m race.
Oh, for Richie Benaud to have cast a critical eye over proceedings in the Olympic Badminton this week.
World champion Dai Green is as short as 2/1 to win Olympic gold following some very promising performances just before the Games.
We all know where we belong in the world of sport. Whether or not we still play sports in to adulthood, all of us have our school days to draw upon for the standard that we reached. Did we finish first or last? Were we A team? B team? C team… District? County? All varying levels for all different levels of ability.
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