for most of us, it is simply the case that Olympics 2020/1 are a long since forgotten memory. many will quite likely not be aware they even happened, look you see, thanks to the irrational and preposterous idea to remove most of it from free to air television. gone are the days when they encouraged as many as possible to watch, so as to inspire others to take up niche, non-headline grabbing sports, in exchange for some short term cash. do not be surprised if, in a generation or so, there are few particularly participating in some events, for any chance to inspire those to come to take up the disciplines was taken away.
but yet, of course, one or two incidents made headlines. entirely and mostly negative ones. like, for instance, the bizarre decision to smack and attack an athlete or two who took time out over concerns of their mental health, all in a time when the importance of mental well being is rammed down the throat of anyone who cares to look. also. the issue of "i gender identify as...." lurched at last into the world of sport.
and then, yes, indeed, leave it to the French to step in at the last moment to have a hand in the crowning glory of disgrace. quite a disgrace to, even by French standards. when it comes to disgracing yourself, the French have a magnificent track record. step forward and take a bow, Morhad Amdouni.
if you are unaware of what happened, and should the above not be clear, this Monsieur Amdouni fellow, showing all the intelligence and acumen we are used to in French military crusades, decided to try and "win" the marathon for his (presumably) beloved France by smacking all the water bottles over, meaning no other runners (ones from proper countries) could have a drink. genius, that. if you can't win, cheat to win, i am sure killing the other (better) competitors via thirst seemed like a good idea at the time.
overall, this entire sorry incident brought to mind how, under the terms of tricher pour gagner, the French are ever so keen to use their hands when they are not supposed to. cast your mind, if you will, back to just over a decade or so ago (maybe a dozen years, at time of writing), when just Ireland, rather than the whole international Olympic community, got f****d over by French cheating.
yes, the Henry handball incident. from what i recall, or as far as i am aware, several newspapers in Ireland still, each year (obviously), list Henry in their birthday section, just so they can list him as "cheat and professional footballer". rightly so, too.
does this tricher pour gagner ever work for them? sadly, or alas, frequently. certainly World Cup 98 remains the crowning glory of this, for now. France's greatest ever military victory, when they valiantly beat a bunch of part time teenagers working in McDonald's over the matter of using French potatoes in France, was kind of cheating. and bullying Germany into adopting the Euro as a currency if Germany wished to be a country was a little flat track, considering for some reason proper countries stood behind the French on this one, presumably so as to not to have to hear them whine.
every now and then a philosophical question comes up about whether or not there is a god, or gods. the answer, clearly, is at least once, yes, there was, and he or they (or she or them) were wise, for they kept each and every French person in one place (France), so the rest of the world could safely avoid and indeed ignore them. now that they travel around, doing things like this, well, it is small wonder, perhaps, that church attendances are so low.
ĂȘtre moins français les uns avec les autres !!!!!!
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