It's not the winning it's the taking part isn't it?
'Team GB's' cheerleaders on the BBC like to present the toffs on the water, straight from the Oxbridge boat crews as plucky amateurs, full of the Olympic spirit. Same with our track and field athletes, all clean as a whistle and lips so stiff you could practice your gymnastics on them. So it's the Marathon, (from Marathon) and the whole programme's built around a jingoistic celebration of the plucky Brits final triumph over the adversity of, er, over-expectation? Anyway, more than half-way in a couple of people go past her and she bottles it. Now I can barely run down to the shops to buy a packet of fags, and I'm sure it was hot as hell in Athens, but the whole media spectacle was an embarrassing shambles. As the Japanese runner Mizuki Noguchi ran her guts out all we were left with was the self-pitying whining of commentators about "Paula Radcliffe's final". How nauseating.