2012 London Olympics. Day Thirteen
Thursday 09th August 2012
Evening
people.
We are very quickly coming to the end of a bonkers 72 hours. This is going to get very complicated very quickly, so heads up.
We are very quickly coming to the end of a bonkers 72 hours. This is going to get very complicated very quickly, so heads up.
1984 Olympics
Someone has downloaded a BBC Sport Music Montage from
the 1984 Los Angeles Olympics. This is what the BBC does best. For me the image
I remember most is that under water shot as the diver hit the surface as the
word “Gold” came back into the mix…WOW! Someone somewhere should put these on a
DVD.
In 1984 I stayed up all night to watch the Olympic
Closing Ceremony, which finished somewhere close to 6 or 7 in the morning I
then went off to play football, my body was young, fit and made of magic and it
would let me do things like that. Sunday morning football is Sunday morning
football and it will never change, except for a few weeks later when it did.
We played football on the Sunday and then, on the Monday,
the school football team who were playing away that afternoon, were involved in
an accident. Their mini bus was hit by a HGV Class 1 (big truck). One teacher
killed, four young boys killed, all at the scene. The rest of them team were in
Intensive Care Units.
Lads I played football with on the Sunday were suddenly
not there by the Monday. I never did read the newspapers or watch the TV News
and I tried to avoid all the “GOSSIP”.
Whenever I hear Spandau Ballet, Gold, I always think of
that Olympic Montage and those lads and then I cry like a big girlie pants.
On a more positive note. I love watching those montages,
they always fill me up. When you watch the montage see how many faces you put
names to. I’ve made a start.
Carl Lewis, Daily Thompson (outrageous whistling to the National
Anthem too…), Ed Moses, Tessa Sanderson, Redgrave and Co, Koji Gushiken, Seb Coe, Steve Ovett, David Moorcroft, Neil Adams, Mary Decker (am I the only who laughed when she fell?), Greg Louganis, Jürgen Hingsen, Steve Cram, Siad Aouita...
I wonder what they are all doing now…
R.I.P.
So, it was a late start for us. We get off at Tower Hill and the Danes are still there, handing out chocolates and balloons and inviting anyone and everyone to come and spend time with them at SKD. I'm humbled.
We popped into "All Hallows by The Tower" http://www.allhallowsbythetower.org.uk/history/ also check out Royston Cave http://www.roystoncave.co.uk/ Anna was gobsmacked. Anyone who knows their De Vinci Code knows why these places are important. We were talking the guys that run the place and I said how funny it was that everyone was outside taking photos of The Tower of London and The Bridge and how they were all looking the wrong way.
We had a quick trip to Heathrow Terminal 5 for the last of the giant rings. It took us FOUR tube trains to get there and it nearly cost us. We nearly didn't make the football.
Once we had eventually got to Wembley Park, we had a quick trip to the shop before walking up Olympic Way for one final time. Come back the lesbians all is forgiven. The place was full of Yanks who basically were being typical Yanks and just getting in the way. All the normal rules that you do at a game of footy went straight out the window. At least all those fat lesbians know how it works.
Anyway, once inside, there were loads of fans of loads of teams, well, mostly British people, but there were thousands of Americans, Japanese and Canadians. We decided that we were going to support Japan. "Nippon... Nippon... Nippon..." Also, the Japanese fans knew how to chant, not just that "U...S...A..." stuff, but proper football chants.
The game was a cracker. American deserved to win. Japan had their 20 to 25 mins of dominance but did everything but score, including hitting the bar twice... 45 mins flew by as did the second 45 mins which is always the sign of a good game of football.
At half time I took Anna to look at the view from the top of Wembley and what a view it is. We also saw people watching the athletics on TVs instead of watching the football and what was with all of those people having fish and chips and then taking them back to the seats... Who are these people? Who the fuck has fish and chips at a football match and then takes them back to their seats to eat and watch football? It wasn't just fish and chips either, it was pizza, 12 inch hot dogs (and yes ladies I mean 12 inches...). I can't even blame the Americans either, I don't know who they were. No colours, nothing. Come back the lesbians all is forgiven... what would they want with something 12 inches long...?
The attendance was 80,203 WOW!
As soon as the game finished someone somewhere decided to play Spandau Ballet, Gold. I had a moment to myself. Good job Anna was there as I'm sure I'd have lost it.
We stayed to watch the medals and the flags get raised. All the football fans reading this will be very pleased to know that when Sepp Blatter's name was announced he got booed (how do you spell that? Is that correct?) Erm... anyway, he got booed so loudly... who needs lesbians...?
It took so long to clear Olympic Way after the game we almost didn't get home. In all the years I've been going to Wembley I've never known it that bad.
As we waited at Tottenham Hale we saw loads of happy Dutch fans. At the time I didn't know why.
So, it was a late start for us. We get off at Tower Hill and the Danes are still there, handing out chocolates and balloons and inviting anyone and everyone to come and spend time with them at SKD. I'm humbled.
We popped into "All Hallows by The Tower" http://www.allhallowsbythetower.org.uk/history/ also check out Royston Cave http://www.roystoncave.co.uk/ Anna was gobsmacked. Anyone who knows their De Vinci Code knows why these places are important. We were talking the guys that run the place and I said how funny it was that everyone was outside taking photos of The Tower of London and The Bridge and how they were all looking the wrong way.
We had a quick trip to Heathrow Terminal 5 for the last of the giant rings. It took us FOUR tube trains to get there and it nearly cost us. We nearly didn't make the football.
Once we had eventually got to Wembley Park, we had a quick trip to the shop before walking up Olympic Way for one final time. Come back the lesbians all is forgiven. The place was full of Yanks who basically were being typical Yanks and just getting in the way. All the normal rules that you do at a game of footy went straight out the window. At least all those fat lesbians know how it works.
Anyway, once inside, there were loads of fans of loads of teams, well, mostly British people, but there were thousands of Americans, Japanese and Canadians. We decided that we were going to support Japan. "Nippon... Nippon... Nippon..." Also, the Japanese fans knew how to chant, not just that "U...S...A..." stuff, but proper football chants.
The game was a cracker. American deserved to win. Japan had their 20 to 25 mins of dominance but did everything but score, including hitting the bar twice... 45 mins flew by as did the second 45 mins which is always the sign of a good game of football.
At half time I took Anna to look at the view from the top of Wembley and what a view it is. We also saw people watching the athletics on TVs instead of watching the football and what was with all of those people having fish and chips and then taking them back to the seats... Who are these people? Who the fuck has fish and chips at a football match and then takes them back to their seats to eat and watch football? It wasn't just fish and chips either, it was pizza, 12 inch hot dogs (and yes ladies I mean 12 inches...). I can't even blame the Americans either, I don't know who they were. No colours, nothing. Come back the lesbians all is forgiven... what would they want with something 12 inches long...?
The attendance was 80,203 WOW!
As soon as the game finished someone somewhere decided to play Spandau Ballet, Gold. I had a moment to myself. Good job Anna was there as I'm sure I'd have lost it.
We stayed to watch the medals and the flags get raised. All the football fans reading this will be very pleased to know that when Sepp Blatter's name was announced he got booed (how do you spell that? Is that correct?) Erm... anyway, he got booed so loudly... who needs lesbians...?
It took so long to clear Olympic Way after the game we almost didn't get home. In all the years I've been going to Wembley I've never known it that bad.
As we waited at Tottenham Hale we saw loads of happy Dutch fans. At the time I didn't know why.
We
staggered home somewhere close to 01.30
Noggin xx
Noggin xx
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