From May 2007 (with a superb discussion below the line here including much useful information about Peter Norman, the “third” man on the podium who stood in solidarity with his friends to the very end ).
332 years ago, Samuel Johnson warned us that “patriotism is the last refuge of the scoundrel” and the intervening period has borne out his point rather well. So how has sport become the last refuge of the patriot? (Betting without the Eurovision Song Contest, on television as I write!)
Fast-forward seventy-odd years and millions of deaths in the service of misguided patriotism to the most cliched image in sport:
How I long for an Olympic winner to do a much more modest version of Tommie Smith’s raised, gloved fist salute by throwing the flag back into the crowd and grabbing the five rings of the Olympic movement, however tainted that symbol may be. No chance of that! More chance of the winner grabbing a flag displaying the Nike swoosh. Here’s a reminder of a more potent use of the platform sport provides:
Finally, the next 10 days in England will be filled with football phone-ins and journalism demanding that us English get behind Liverpool’s attempt to win a sixth Big Cup in Athens. Leaving aside the dubious “Englishness” of Liverpool as a club (or, perhaps, even as a city), shouldn’t every fan of any other English club be willing Maldini and friends to the victory? Frankly, the money earned by Milan from a Big Cup win would be unlikely to be spent on James Vaughan of Everton, but Liverpool’s winnings might. And that’s enough for me to wish Hannibal and friends well, but hope that they come home disappointed to a Premiership just a little more competitive next year for their defeat.