So there we were, sitting in front of the telly watching the Games and being reminded what a truly wonderful spectacle it is. The colour, the pageantry, the thrills and skills … you all know this. Every four years the world lets its hair down and relaxes.
Or does it?
Something started to dawn on me as we flicked from channel to channel. Watching the men’s track events, my wife sighed wistfully, “Why they don’t show the men from front on any more?” Obviously she was referring to what might be termed that ‘Matt Shirvington angle’.
You know the one. The runners coming straight at the camera, muscles bunching and heaving, faces strained with effort, hair flying in the wind and costumes bouncing outrageously in that spot where no amount of toning will stop the flop.
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