IT’S NOW less than 500 days away - the greatest sporting show on earth. You might have heard of it...
I’m sick of listening to naysayers, people moaning about tax payers’ money or how it won’t go to plan. Let’s just get behind it. For more than a month the eyes of the world will be on this country, and when they hear people talk so negatively about it they’ll probably think ‘how ungrateful. I’d love to have the Olympics on my doorstep.’
Hopefully it’s just the vocal minority who are against the London 2012 Games being a success, and that when the first starting pistol is fired, the first javelin is thrown and the first pedal is turned, the stands will be packet to the rafters with people eager to see the world’s leading athletes in action.
Tickets went on sale this week, and I for one will be applying for as much as I can. I’m not worried about which events I get to see, because I just want to be a part of it, and to say I was there.
The Olympics gives every fan the chance to be an expert, even if it’s just for the duration of a competition. After watching half an hour of synchronised diving, you get to spot when dives are good, when one diver breaks the water before the other, or when they’re ever so slightly out of sync.
And it doesn’t even matter if you’ve not heard of any of the athletes taking part. If they wear the Union Jack on their chest, you scream louder for them, share their despair, revel in their joy, and even well up a little when they’re on the podium - regardless of the event they’re taking part in.
In 2008 everybody in the country became an expert in cycling and swimming following Great Britain’s massive success in the Beijing velodrome and pool, and Chris Hoy and Rebecca Adlington became household names - giving the country’s youngsters a new generation of sporting stars to admire and look up to.
As you can tell, I can’t wait for it all to get under way, and the next 490-odd days can’t come soon enough.