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“Some people think I’m bonkers. But I just think I’m free. Man I’m just living my life. There’s nothing crazy about me.” The DJ had a good sense of timing. He dropped Dizzee Rascal’s track Bonkers, which has become a kind of unofficial anthem for these Olympics, just a moment after Usain Bolt had crossed the line, breaking the tape with the forefinger he had held up to his lips to silence the world. Too late Usain, they were all too busy going nuts. By the time Rascal had reached the verse Bolt was face down on the track reeling off a series of push-ups while Yohan Blake cheered him on, along with 80,000 other people in the stadium, and countless millions around the world.

It took Bolt 19.32sec to run the 200m final and two hours and 15 minutes to make his way from the finish line to the press conference room, which is about 20 metres from the track. It was not his fault. He had to take the long way around. It started with a lap of honour that saw him stop to bump fists with everyone and anyone in the front row of the crowd who was wearing Jamaican kit, the masses reaching out to grab at him like the girl in the front row of the Shea Stadium when The Beatles played in ‘65. By the time he had reached the home straight again, Bolt had bumped into a Swedish photographer, who, he said, has “been stressing me for the last three days, he’s always like ‘Usain, Usain, take a picture, take a picture.’” So Bolt obliged. He took the camera and started snapping Blake, who was vamping it up like Vincent Price after a long night on the rum, striking that the scowling beast pose of his. Even Bolt finds that absurd, teasing him much as Muhammad Ali used to mock Sonny Liston, waving his arms around in front of him as though he was pretending to be a zombie.

Bolt said he was so worried that Blake was outshining him with his pre-race routine that he was forced to cook up the regal wave he offered the crowd on the startline tonight, just to tickle the British fans. Before that Bolt had been talking to the volunteer who was holding his kit. “I said to her ‘you nervous? Why?’ and she was like ‘I’m just so excited!’ So that was pretty funny.” …

… And we found out that Bolt believes he can beat David Rudisha, the new Olympic 800m champion, over a 400m race. That, actually, was a more interesting line than the rest, if only because Rudisha is keen on the idea himself, and has said he thinks the race would “be great fun”. If that happens, the world might just fall off its axis.

Pity the poor tongue-tied journalist who asked “Can you assure us that you and the Jamaican drug team…” at which point the room burst into hysterics. “Pardon me that was a slip of the tongue… can you assure us that the Jamaican track team are drug free?” Yes, he could. “Is happiness the real drug?” asked another. And someone else got up just to offer their congratulations on behalf of “the millions of people in India”. …

(via Usain Bolt celebrates at length after winning the Olympic 200m final | Sport | The Guardian)

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