I wouldn’t normally watch grown-up kids BMX racing on the telly over breakfast. Let alone be gripped by it. But that’s what I found myself doing this morning when I came to. It’s got a lot to answer for, this Olympic TV fest. Fortunately, most of it good.
Hopefully it’s inspiring lots of youngsters to take up sport – and not just couch-potato sport-watching on the telly, like us old farts. Hopefully it’s teaching them that success is down to lots of hard work – and not ingesting chemicals. Hopefully it's teaching them that real Brits don't cheat.
Which brings me to Christine Ohuruogu. Sorry, girl, but your gold medal is tainted.
I didn’t scream at the screen yesterday, urging the Brit to win, as is my wont; I watched with sad detachment as she ran the perfect race to take the 400m gold medal.
She may be clean. There may be a reason why someone in the prime of life FORGOT THREE TIMES to turn up for a drugs test, but when it involves the love of your life, your career, your future .. I can’t think of a good one.
I’m a sexy-genarian now and I forget things all the time. You were barely in your twenties when you FORGOT THREE TIMES, Christine.
So what’s your excuse?
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