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The Olympics have become a celebration of human frailty

I was at the best ever Olympics, in Rome 1960, before the Games became a crock [ITAR-TASS News Agency / Alamy Stock Photo] 
issue 14 August 2021

Coronis

Embracing one’s vulnerability seems to have replaced the higher, faster, stronger ethos of the Olympics. The very frailty that makes us human appears to have triumphed over the need to excel, or so the Games sponsors tell us. Not that I watched any of it. Not a single second, so help me you-know-who.

I liked Sebastian Coe’s remark in last week’s Speccie about taking advice from Djokovic, who quit the mixed, thus leaving his partner in the lurch. I’ve always liked and admired Coe and always mistrusted the Serb, but then I’m a small-timer where sport is concerned. One thing I’ve never done is quit, however, and I did compete at a high level in tennis, karate, even polo. Judo came later on, and I remember, when I won the world championship in Brussels 2008 in the category for 70-year-olds and over, my coach told me just before the final: ‘You’re a bum and fighting another bum.

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