Whether your the kind person who can just about run a bath – never mind a marathon – or your a grumbling old person who refuses every British past time except for the one that means you can complain about everything, it does not matter. As even the very un-enthused among us cannot deny that this summer, the summer of 2012 – is all about sport. Now I know many of you will already have you suitcases packed, determined to miss all this summer ‘fun’ – especially those of you in London, but let me persuade you…

I love sport. Not playing it – on that front I’m about as sporty and athletic as supersized big mac. But, I do love to watch it. Now I don’t mean the pretend sports – I’m talking to you Formula 1, Snooker and Darts – I mean the getting hot and sweaty, euphoric, exciting and excruciatingly painful sports like football, athletics and tennis. Those are sports.

And if ever I was in danger of thinking sport had lost its sheen, my faith was restored to me on Sunday when I watched Sergio Aguero’s shot hit the back of the net in the 94th minute to take the Premiership title. Really, I can assure you, it doesn’t get better than that. You know you are watching sporting history when a team who you have no allegiance to what-so-ever has you jumping up and down in glee.

After the dust had settled at least a little bit on that sporting miracle, and my heart rate had gone back to its steady thud, I could hear my other half mumbling on about how upset he was that this was the end of the season. The end of football for another year. And I remember staring at him in utter disbelief that he was in fact so downhearted. Why? Well because this summer is going to be the biggest British sporting summer in our short lives. Another summer like this will not happen again. It is history in the making. London 2012 will disrupt our lives, yes, but the utter excitement of hosting the world as the best of the best compete against each other is a notion that gives me chills.

Even if you ignore the fact that London is hosting the Olympic games in just a few weeks time, you still have the second best football tournament in the world – the Euros. And yes, we probably won’t get out of our group, and yes we definitely won’t win anything, but that is the passion of football. It really is about the journey. When the whole nation comes together and wills those 12 lads on (I say 12 as I am counting good ol’ Roy), there is no feeling like it. Other sports come and go, but there is no sport greater loved in this country than football. And that’s a fact I’d stake my life on.

And so, when you grumble about the delays on the tubes, the tourists wandering around getting in you way, or the huge rise in prices in all the London shops, remember this – this event is something your children, and your children’s children will ask you about, it is something that historians will talk about in 200 years time and say what an achievement it was, and it is in itself, a little piece of history. So, stop complaining, turn that frown upside down and get into the spirit of this great sporting summer!

Those awful mascots...

Disclaimer: I should just mention that I in no way condone the use of the London 2012 mascots. I think they are a scourge on the earth and that I could have come up with a better bunch with five minutes and an etch-a-sketch. That goes for the logo too. Shoddy work.

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Comments
  1. megjopol says:

    haha hadnt seen the mascots till now! sh-o-dy lol

    • jaivomi says:

      Aren’t they shocking?! You should see the terrible animation that comes with them… it’s embarrassing! How are you my love? Mega missing you!

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