How can an untalented Olympian secure a place in the 2012 Games? Where can a āproperā cricketer find a decent pub lunch? Nick Jones keeps pace with the webās most amateur sportsmen
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Last week marked the first anniversary of Londonās victorious bid for the 2012 Olympics, and ŠŌ°ÉµēĢØ noted that there were six years and three weeks to go until the opening ceremony. This may not be long enough for Jonathan Phillips. Phillips, also known as ā2012 Olympic Competitorā, is writing a blog () about his quest to appear in the 2012 Games, and it seems that heās going to have to put every second of that six years and three weeks (actually, make that two weeks) aside for training. His problem is that, as he himself admits, he has āvery little sporting talentā. With this in mind, the 33-year-old Phillips has decided to make himself open to offers from from any country, in any sport. āAs things currently stand,ā he writes, āI suspect that archery is my best chance of competing, as itās isnāt dangerous, doesnāt involve leotards and it isnāt a fitness-based sport.ā
A recent entry finds him pondering the merits of Paraguay, based on the facts that a) its population is āonly 6 million people and 13 million llamasā and b) theyāve only ever won one Olympic medal, āso they look desperate for some sporting successā. As ŠŌ°ÉµēĢØ went to press, the Paraguay Olympic Association had not been in touch.
Phillips is adamant that this is a serious bid and has committed himself to raising a huge amount of money for charity on the back of it, so it may be worth looking out for a suspiciously pasty-looking 39 year old proudly flying the flag for Aruba in the 2012 opening ceremony.
The indomitable spirit of British amateur sport is alive and well elsewhere in cyberspace. Take the illuminating for example, while the Daily Rivet ( āAmateur cricket ā proper cricket for proper peopleā) shows the kind of never-say-die attitude and commitment to gruelling training regimes that will stand Phillips in good stead in his bid for Olympic immortality.
Admittedly, most entries in the Rivet (āThe official organ of the Lord Toadās XI, playing their cricket the length and breadth of the New Forestā) seem more concerned with the quality of pub lunches the length and breadth of the New Forest than with any actual sport. One entry consists of a heartfelt and expletive-ridden 600-word tirade about a coronation chicken baguette (āhalf a gallon of coloured mayonnaise with the consistency of watered-down water and four small cubes of what was supposedly chickenā) before a brief match summary.
This is the Corinthian spirit that won back the Ashes, after only 20 years. It certainly underpins the Olympic ideal and will doubtless propel Phillips to glory in 2012. (Obviously, the multibillion-pound Olympic construction programme may require slightly higher standards of professionalism)
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