Olympic Fever

So you may have guessed from my post on Monday just how I feel about the Youth of today, except this isn’t exactly true. The teenagers in England get a real bad press for everything from drinking, to sleeping around, to getting pregnant and general all round disrespect and I’m not sure this is entirely fair.

None of the people I know were bad teenagers and most were dedicated sportswomen (nope, I don’t have a clue why they are friends with me either!!) and when I look at all the Teams at the Olympics there is a lot for my daughter to aspire too.

The UK, do not have a fabulous Winter Olympics team, which isn’t surprising considering it does fu*k all but rain in the winter months in England but you know what? The team are trying and if my daughter wants to aspire to anything I hope she at least takes part in the whole ‘it’s not the trying but taking part that counts’.....yes I understand it’s bollocks but it’s good enough for her to understand at the present time.

I love the Olympics.....Summer or Winter. One of the memories burned into my mind is the Summer Olympics from Barcelona in 1992. I remember where I was when I was watching the diving and seeing the back drop of the City behind. I have since been to the Olympic Park in Barcelona and it still gives me goose bumps and is one of the most amazing views in the world.

What I’ve discovered from the Vancouver Winter Games so far? The Luge makes me actually physically seasick!!! I cannot watch more than 5 people from the top without feeling the room spin that teenagers get when they have had too much to drink. Something I don’t understand is how the heck do you discover you have a talent for throwing yourself down a Mountain on a tea tray???

So I guess what I’m trying to say is that I love the Olympics and every major sporting event that I can watch on T.V. Surprisingly for a non-athletic person I can tell you how old Chick was when Johnny Wilkinson kicked the ball to take England to win the Rugby World Cup. I remember how gutted I was when Gazza cried at the 1990 World Cup in Italy, I remember Rhonda Wilkinson taking our Team to glory in the Curling in 2002. Yes I need to get out more but what great memories!!! What are your favourite sporting memories?