London 2012: Part 4 – Olympic Triathlon & Camden

I’m looking back at 2012’s summer of sport centred around the London 2012 Olympic & Paralympic Games. In this part my sister and I visit the Triathlon in Hyde Park with only a little success, before becoming tourists in Covent Garden and Camden. Click the links for extra photos and larger sizes.

Part 4 – London, Tuesday, 7th August 2012

A week and a half after my previous Olympic-related exploits, I returned to London with my sister Celine for a day at the triathlon. We wanted to do something together, she wanted to see the city decked out for the Games even if we couldn’t see a sport. I’d had no luck at all with Olympics tickets but there were free events. The Men’s Triathlon fell on a suitable day and didn’t even require a ticket so it was perfect.

Short of money unable to afford a hotel, we took a morning train up from Dorset (nearly a three hour run) and got to Green Park tube as quickly as we could, Hyde Park tube being closed. It was when we got to Hyde Park Corner that we discovered everybody else had decided to attend as well!

Hyde Park

Hyde Park Corner was very, very busy. The atmosphere was great, a party without the aggressiveness that alcohol can sometimes bring at sports events. Neither of the two of us are great with crowds but I didn’t mind it this time except for the one problem: they’d lined the fences everywhere to be seen, there wasn’t a gap to be found!

All along I had clear intentions. Certain parts of the cycling course would be re-used for the running part of the triathlon so we should just park ourselves along there before the swim finished and stay until the race was over. Alas we were too late, we could barely see anything over the heads of everyone already there.

Just as we got to where I wanted to be and we tried to find a spot the swimming leg of the race finished and the athletes were on their first cycling lap. This is the view from my camera held above my head and from eye level:

Crowds in Hyde Park for the Men’s Triathlon
Crowds cheering on the triathletes

The atmosphere was fantastic, such a good vibe with everyone being cheered on, not just the British athletes. Even though we couldn’t see anything much it was worth just being there.

Mind you it was quite frustrating going all that way.. We probably should’ve stayed there but I insisted on walking up and down looking for a space.. but this wasn’t going to work, we couldn’t see anything. Stay or try somewhere else? We headed across the park to the other side, the return side in the hope it was clearer. It was, only very slightly.


Thankfully here we did catch something of a glimpse… burst mode to the rescue!


And a cheer for the marshal following them!

Soon they were on the last lap of the cycle race. We’d moved away from the running course and I still wanted to see that part of the race and that meant moving again. On our way we encountered the big screens. Brits love free sport, especially free sport on a huge telly..

Free sport!

Now that is a crowd!

It was very tempting to sit with them to watch the end especially with food vendors nearby and us hungry (it was lunchtime). But we didn’t:  frankly the prices being charged were just ridiculous – and I nearly paid it, were it not for the huge lines. There weren’t enough food outlets, I think the organisers under-estimated the potential crowd numbers!

After much walking, I have to say a lot more walking than I expected (it turns out Hyde Park is big) we reached the Princess Diana memorial from where we could see the start/transition/finish area across the water and just about catch a glimpse of the athletes running over the bridge and on this side of the water.

Main grandstand
More big crowds, and athletes now on the 3rd leg of the tri.

By now our stomachs were grumbling so as the race drew to a close we made our way out and stumbled upon an ice cream seller. Perfect for this hot day! We were tucking in to that when Alistair Brownlee crossed the line, his brother finishing not far back: Gold and Bronze for the brothers! A tremendous result.

The atmosphere in the park was really good, everyone relaxed and friendly. It was a shame we couldn’t get there any earlier and that we struggled to find a nice spot but these were just small downers and after all the negativity in the lead up to the Games nobody could’ve predicted such a massive turnout. It was great to have experienced an event this big in such a positive atmosphere.

Being A London Tourist (Again)

That was half the day done. After leaving the park we tried to find some lunch, again a surprisingly difficult task. We eventually got a bit lost and walked to South Kensington station. A long, tiring walk in the heat!

The rest of the day was spent being touristy in London. Instead of seeing the famous landmarks – we’d both done that before – we headed to Covent Garden and to Camden. Here are a few photos from our meanderings.

Albert Memorial
How many stairs?? And a long queue for the lift. Not welcome after our long walk! I’d completely forgotten this aspect of Covent Garden tube station.
Covent Garden, Olympified

In the markets of Camden Lock you can find foods from all over the world. And a bronze lion.



There are also many clothes market stalls and shops and Celine happily wandered among them!

Unfortunately some of the uniqueness is being lost with the prevalence of shops selling identical tourist-trap tat, miniature red phone boxes and black taxis, hundreds of t-shirts with identical designs and identical slogans (‘Keep Calm’, ‘Mind The Gap’, etc.). I don’t mean similar, I mean literally the same stuff. Even one of my personal bugbears of a Union Flag shirt with the word ‘England’ on it – I’m English but No, No, No – that’s the UK flag not the English one!
Similar shops have taken over Picadilly and Leicester Square and they’re infesting other parts of the city as well. Just… stop it.

Somehow we didn’t get food at one of the amazing stalls (we shall have to go back to sample those!). We resisted because our sister Kerryn had recommended another place so we ended our day with dinner The Diner where Celine had a huge veggie taco salad, and I had probably the best caesar salad ever made. If you are in the area you are going to want to go to this place.

There’s More!

That’s it for today and for July, but don’t go away. The Olympics may have passed with me only seeing a bit of it in person, but Britain was not ready for this great summer to end. We wanted more. Just a month later it would be time for the Paralympic Games and I had tickets for those! As it turned out, these Paralympics were no side-show or afterthought..

For the full photo album from the football in Cardiff to the food in Camden please see Picasa or Google+.


This is part 4 of my series of posts on London 2012 Olympic & Paralympic Games.

Other parts:



London 2012: Part 3 – Torch Relay & London Atmosphere

 I’m looking back at last year’s summer of sport centred around the London 2012 Olympic & Paralympic Games. Click the links for extra photos.

Part 3 – London, Friday, 27th July 2012

Amy and I arrived in London from Cardiff’s football on Thursday night on a train that was standing-room-only for half the journey, and suffered extensive delays for the remainder. We were quite tired when we crashed at mutual friend’s place, yet were determined to see the Torch Relay on Friday. This was her first and only opportunity to see it, and I’d previously missed it because I went on holiday the day it passed through my town. We’d also convened in London for a get together for the Sidepodcast F1 website community. That wasn’t until the evening.


Handily, the Torch was visiting Peckham, just a 10-15 minute train ride away from our borrowed lodgings. It was a gloriously sunny day, we found a reasonable spot and the crowds began to gather, thankfully most of them the other side of the road. You got the sense Peckham had tried to clean up, but there’s only so much you can do with such a crappy place (to me it’s forever surprising how nearby parts of London can be so different).

A guy from an Asian TV station turned up (as the pair of us turned our backs and tried to avoid eye contact with him so he wouldn’t interview us) and started talking to camera, saying how it was all very exciting and there was a real buzz, and how many people from Southern Asia were here. It wasn’t quite like that, he was talking while the road was still open to traffic so there wasn’t much buzz yet, and in any case from what I saw Peckham is more a part of the African or Afro-Caribbean communities.

The buzz began when the police outriders appeared to great cheers from the crowd. After all the protests and kettling of a couple of years ago, could you have imagined the Met being cheered? Remarkable. It stepped up again when the first parade vehicles arrived.

The official sponsors had their own floats with loud music and MCs pumping up the crowd, handing out little free Cokes, then the bus of torch bearers goes by, a fully-grown man holding a big plush Wenlock… then there he is! The torch bearer!

High Five the Police!
Olympic Flame in Peckham! (and again!)

And then all of a sudden it was over…for now.

The crowds took over the road briefly, we threaded our way back to the station. Once we were clear away from the parade route, to the pair of us non-London folk from the countryside (England and NZ), this didn’t seem the safest place in the world, so we buggered off to the station pretty quickly!

Central London

For the rest of the day I went for a walk around London. A much longer walk than I’d intended for such a hot day! I didn’t work to any plan except to be at the pub on the Strand by 6pm, so I didn’t take the most direct route. I must’ve walked for three hours in quite a sticky heat. I’m glad I did though, because I got to see London at its’ finest: bright sunshine, as clean and tidy as a major old city can be, all decked out in Olympic trimmings. Here is just a small selection of photos from my journey….and keep scrolling for a surprise!

The Shard next to London Bridge station:

I didn’t expect this on the river. I’d never seen a cruise liner this far into London before, certainly never a ship so large at the Eastern (inland) side of Tower Bridge.

View from London Bridge L-R: Tower of London, MV Silver Cloud moored up with HMS Belfast, Tower Bridge with Olympic Rings on!

I walked along the South Bank to City Hall and Tower Bridge where in addition to the rings on the bridge there were these:

It was fun seeing all the Olympic ‘furniture’, the street signs, the special ‘Olympic lanes’ that Londoners complained so much about before the Games began but in reality didn’t seem to have that great an effect, and the fleet of BMWs being driven around by competing teams, and Games officials.

It was fun trying to spy the country name before the car disappeared again. This is Belarus!

Then you had the Brazilian TV crew riding around on open-topped Routemaster.

I walked around to the Monument and back to the riverside, the aim being to walk along the river to the Millennium Bridge and look for food. As I got to the banks of the Thames, I looked over at Tower Bridge again – the Olympic Rings had retracted and the bridge was being raised!

Rings retracted, bridge raised, tall mast allowed through

It felt like a long way trying to find a shop in this part of town, not wanting to pay quite high cafe/restaurant prices (especially when on my own – I wouldn’t mind when with people), until I grabbed something from a Pret and sat under the Millennium Bridge just to get out of the sun for a while! I could see the recreation of Shakespeare’s Globe.

From there I went to have a look at St Paul’s Cathedral and walked past the front, before thinking, “aha if I just go down Fleet Street I’ll be near the Strand for my pub visit”. I went past whatever this is, and the Royal Courts where the TV reporters always stand outside for the big name trials. I got to the Strand a couple of hours early. Trying to save money, I thought the best free thing to do was to carry on walking, even though I was already quite hot and a bit tired. I also wanted to find somewhere a bit more Olympic-themed, or at least somewhere with atmosphere.

I found the upmarket foodie side of the market selling very expensive things. I found the tacky corner selling a load of the obligatory ‘Keep Calm’ and slogan tat. I found a happy band! I found Batman! This was more like it.

If you go to the top of Covent Garden, past the tube station, you reach a long narrow street called Long Acre. If you wander along there you’ll eventually reach Leicester Square and on to Picadilly Circus.

Long Acre
Picadilly Circus

You could watch the torch relay right there!

On Regent Street, which makes a 90-degree turn through Picadilly Circus, they’d hung the flag of every single competing nation at the Olympic Games. They stretched from the bottom all the way up beyond Oxford Street – not a small distance.

And here’s one I got the next day from the Oxford Street end, I like this photo:

Regent Street flags


As I was walking around Picadilly, watching the screen, I discovered the Torch Relay was coming this way – I had the chance to see it for a second time! This time in the heart of London! This time the buzz was much greater – I wasn’t going to pass this up.

I knew Picadilly was going to be rammed, so I moved up the street, to Shaftesbury Avenue (the heart of theatre land) to find a good spot.

And this time.. I took a video with my phone. Admittedly it is an old phone and the camera is not great, and the camerawork is dreadful, even so I really hope it gives you a sense of the moment. The long buildup as we waited, the booming music, and the torch going by!

Olympic Torch!

And then it was off to the pub for a well-earned beer after all that walking!

The atmosphere in London was far from flat. This being the day before the Games properly opened there was the definite sense of anticipation, the excitement building as you could tell from the video. Previously the torch relay was very understated and British, yet now people were gathering in big crowds and cheering! Not long now.


This is part 3 of my delayed series of posts on London 2012 Olympic & Paralympic Games.

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Broadchurch – A Local Perspective

ITV’s latest murder mystery series ‘Broadchurch’ wrapped up last night. I’ve fallen a bit out of step with a lot of drama series that are around now, I seem to miss an awful lot of them. That’s good in a way because it means there are an awful lot of them! This is much better than a few years ago when it was wall-to-wall reality TV across all channels. Good too because I remember growing up in the ’80s and ’90s, ITV used to be the leader in British-made drama and it is great to see they are really putting in an effort to reclaim that crown.


West Bay

A local perspective? I live and grew up in the town ‘Broadchurch’ was filmed – or more accurately, in the adjacent town to where the seaside parts were filmed. I live in Bridport, just two miles or so from West Bay, the site of the beach, cliffs, harbour and more. In other words the good bits! The town scenes, the hotel, newspaper, church and residential part too, weren’t filmed anywhere near here. I think they were done in Clevedon, near Bristol. I’ve no idea why. It was a shame really, there are plenty of places around here they could’ve used.

We do get film crews now and again, Lyme Regis probably has had more, really though we aren’t used to a lot of attention. We’re on the border between TV regions so we rarely get any local news on our ‘local’ news bulletins. We’re used to be being ignored. ‘Broadchurch’ was pretty accurate in that regard!

The last time the spotlight was on us was for Nick Berry’s ‘Harbour Lights‘ series in 1999/2000 (though it looks like the production values for that were firmly stuck in 1990!), his project after leaving ‘Heartbeat’, which promised much in ratings and tourism and vastly under delivered at both. It generated a brief buzz then we plunged into obscurity again, the only legacy is a fish and chip hut now called Harbour Lights Fish Bar (it had a brief appearance in ‘Broadchurch’ under that name too, directly opposite the police station!). After that debacle I was amazed anyone here let film crews back in. It provides an interesting historical comparison though, as between the two shows a lot of development work happened at the pier and opposite it at what is now the filming location for Broadchurch Police Station.

West Bay East Cliff (P.Wotton, December 2011) (click for large)

‘That doesn’t go there!’

Once you get over the weirdness of seeing David Tennant, Olivia Colman and Pauline Quirke walking around a place you know well, you start picking holes in the geography (remember this was the first episode, too soon to have any relationship with the characters). Locations didn’t really match reality. In the opening scenes of episode one, Beth runs from a dual-carriageway into town all the way to the beach – yet the nearest such road is something like 4 or 5 miles away, and didn’t look like ‘our’ road.. I’m pretty sure I’ve seen it in Casualty! Obviously you can’t shut down the A35 to do some filming, it is a busy trunk road especially in summer, but still it seemed odd!
They’d also walk or run from a place in West Bay to a place in Clevedon within minutes. The magic of television! These are only little niggles a local would know about, and quite honestly once the real drama got going I completely forgot about the lay of the land, I just imagined it was a fictional location with a few familiar places! The show was so good you just forgot about it.

I liked the nod to Bridport & West Bay’s annual August torchlight procession, the writer is local so I assume that was deliberate. Every year the town comes together (well, those who can be bothered.. I’ve only done it once) to carry a lit torch – the firey kind not the flashlight kind – from Bridport to West Bay where it is thrown on a big bonfire by the beach literally yards from where it was in the show.

The local community really got behind ‘Broadchurch’, especially the local newspaper The Bridport News, lots of local hotels and restaurants, cafe’s and so forth. They’ve been holding screenings as the series has gone out and there have been Broadchurch Echo posters in the newsagents!


Maybe some tourists who saw the show might find it frustrating if they want to visit the sea then pop round the corner to visit the hotel or newspaper offices, and realise actually it is a little more difficult than that! So what is really here?

The harbour, cliffs, beach, newsagent and the scout hall (really the Methodist Church), all these really are in West Bay. So is the Police Station (Streetview) although you might be surprised to learn it is a block of posh flats, a cafe and a bicycle shop. Jack’s house is near the East Cliff.
Pauline Quirke’s character stayed in a caravan just a mile down the coast at Freshwater Caravan Park, Burton Bradstock. Be careful if you walk there, a lady died recently when the cliff subsided on to the beach. Anyway the clifftop walk between Burton and West Bay is nicer than the beach which is a bit too pebbly to walk on easily.
The yellow hut? That’s a mile in the other direction at Eype (Streetview) – again take the Coast Path unless you really like the sea. Even better: walk one way to get there, walk the other way to get back!

West Bay looked fantastic on TV, especially the golden cliffs and the inner harbour. Hopefully it’ll bring some grockles to fleece tourists to welcome.

What isn’t here? The characters’ houses, the main street with the newspaper offices and the hotel – though the inside of the hotel isn’t a set, it is the real Bull Hotel in the centre of Bridport. I can’t quite see why they didn’t use the outside of it but there you are.

If you squint you can see the yellow cabin over at Eype (P.Wotton, December 2011) (click for large)


A lot of the locals seemed to speak in Bristolian accents rather than Dorset. Obviously the town areas are filmed near Bristol, but writer is from here, the show mentions the town is in Dorset, I would’ve expected Dorset accents!

What About The Actual Show?

Truthfully, I had low expectations and wasn’t expecting to like it! I expected another Harbour Lights. I’m so pleased to be wrong, I really got caught up in this one and it kept you guessing. It was so well filmed and acted, properly good telly.

The guessing came up perhaps half an episode too short – I wasn’t the only one to figure out who did it before the final episode even began. The writer made a bit of a fuss about the number of clues in the dialogue and the music. Perhaps if he hadn’t said that I might not have twigged. I think maybe there were a few too many clues. On the other hand, it was so well shot and acted that it almost didn’t matter, and since it kept turning on you, you weren’t really sure until the reveal – what if it was a set up to make us think it was him? You still wanted to let it play out. That’s the mark of a good drama.

I enjoyed the examination of each character. Their flaws and histories. ‘Could it be them?’ Oh they have an alibi.. or so they say.

It was a standout cast as well. I really thought this was going to be a vehicle for David Tennant, and yes he did feature prominently and did a great job with a twist on the well-trodden clichéd detective, but by no means was he the only star of the show. Jodie Whitaker (Beth) especially in the earlier episodes dealing with the grief – the whole family was good but she was excellent. Joe Sims (Nige) was very good. The standout throughout was Olivia Colman (DI Miller) who was on top form as her character took from happy local police, hardening to a murder detective, and especially in the finale – she’s not just an award-winning comedy actress but great at properly serious drama too.

I didn’t really like Will Mellor’s character – no slight on him, it was refreshing to see him play something completely different after he seemed to get typecast as the ‘lad’-type – it was just that character didn’t seem to fit into place as well as the others.

The pacing was very good and the shooting, they shot the landscapes beautifully.

I liked how the two main cops didn’t like each other and for once in a TV show they never made up to become best buddies!

The last episode.. wow. You might’ve guessed whodunnit but that reaction.. that was so raw, so real.


The soundtrack seemed more like one of the recent Nordic Noir crime dramas than a British show and it was all the better for it, perhaps you wouldn’t be surprised to learn it was composed by the Icelandic musician Ólafur Arnalds.

Second series? The last frame said, ‘Broadchurch Will Return’. How will that work? This isn’t like Wallander where they somehow got away with multiple murders in a small place, the focus there was on how it affected the detective. In Broadchurch the focus is on how it affected Broadchurch, the characters, the community, the town as a whole. You’d lose that effect if there was another murder so maybe it is a different kind of story? Or is it going to become a murder-per-series show? I wouldn’t be against that. I’d love to see a second series but I don’t see how they can do it justice.

If you missed any of the last few episodes they should still be on ITV Player. The whole series is available on iTunes right now, and so is the soundtrack. US viewers will see it appear on BBC America some time this year.

Well done ITV, well done to the writers and the cast, and everyone really!

Your Thoughts

I hope I haven’t spoiled things too much. If you’ve seen it tell me what you thought about it, and if you haven’t seen it, why not? Forget preconceptions and find it and watch it.

London 2012: Part 2 – Cardiff Football

In another late series of posts, I’m looking back at last year’s magnificent summer centred around the London 2012 Olympic & Paralympic Games.

Part 2 – Cardiff, Thursday, 26th July 2012

My first trip of the Olympic summer would be to Cardiff to meet two friends. We had tickets to see the very first event of the London 2012 Games: women’s football, GBR vs NZL at the Millennium Stadium. Other games would kick off an hour later. This was taking place two full days before the Opening Ceremony just because the normal Olympic window is a little too short to fit in both men’s and women’s tournaments, and you can’t go beyond the Closing Ceremony!

Our little group had an interesting dynamic:  1 English (me), 1 Welsh, and 1 New Zealander with a Welsh family history – Amy the Kiwi had spent years saving up to come over to see the Games, when the opening game was announced as GB v NZ to be held in Wales, it just had to be done. It was also among the cheaper and more available tickets so there was no excuse not to! Those who know me know I’m not a big fan of football, I watch the odd major competition but I thought this one would be different, it could mark the breakout of the women’s game into something bigger, and what’s more I can always say I was at the opening event of the London 2012 Games!

All that was to come in the afternoon – first we had some sightseeing time.

I took the train up, which was fairly painless but time-consuming as I’d chosen to take the cheapest ticket available (needed to pay for the Spanish holiday too!). I spent a bit of time on Britain’s rail network this summerso I may follow-up with a post about my findings.
Needless to say, travelling miles through cuttings and a tunnel isn’t as grandiose an entry to Wales as either of the Severn Bridges. But still, I arrived bang on time – and in a quirk of fate Amy’s train arrived at precisely the same minute so we met on the platform. We’d meet Luke shortly afterwards.


We had four or five hours to spare before the game. Amy went off sightseeing with a local relative, leaving Luke and I to wander around the city. He’s only up the road in Newport so this is all old hat for him but for me Cardiff was new – I’d been to big music events before but not really expored the centre of the city, it was a case of pub/restaurant then straight to the venue.

As it turns out it reminded me a lot of Exeter which I visit fairly often, a very similar style of place with green space and a big shopping area alongside a ridiculously old building – in Exeter you have a cathedral and in Cardiff you get a huge castle, the difference is the Welsh charge a lot to get into the castle.. so we didn’t bother.

I have to say I loved the sporty art piece outside the castle walls by the park!


We also found City Hall, which was quite an impressive building, though I was much more excited about the giant Olympic rings in the grounds! Olympic fever was starting to build! Further around the city there were a lot of Olympic banners in the streets as well as a big screen, and some entertainers for the kids.

Olympic Rings outside Cardiff City Hall

The other difference is Exeter doesn’t have a colossal stadium rising over the city streets. Strangely though the city felt very quiet, like a normal weekday afternoon with everyone busy at work, or perhaps even quieter.

It was a gloriously hot sunny day, a bit too hot at times if I’m honest and easily comparable to some of the days I’d had in Spain, though nothing like the last two days there. It was still necessary to find cold drinks, then we met Amy and her cousin and wandered through the park to a nice pub, with even nicer cold beer and a good meal. Perfect.

Soon it was time to head to the stadium.

At The Stadium

When we approached the stadium we finally found all the people. We even saw members of the NZ Olympic Team on their way in to support their teammates!

They seemed to come from nowhere and were all heading for very long queues at all the entrances. We were warned about this, due to the extensive security checks access might take a while. And the checks were quite extensive as the list of banned items was long and actually quite unneccesary – no different to modern airport protocols with the limits on liquids in clear containers. Since I was taking a train to London that night to stay at a friend’s place it was annoying that I couldn’t just bring normal shower gel, toothpaste etc., I had to bring little travel packs.

Queues for security checks

It fooled us into thinking the stadium would be packed, as it turned out it was only a quarter full and the security checks had kept everyone waiting. The crowd size was disappointing compared to the capacity of the stadium. I know women’s football doesn’t have the profile in this country but then neither do a lot of other sports, and in reality a 20,000 – 30,000 crowd was already very respectable for the women’s game in this country. It just looked empty in a 90,000-seater stadium.
Later we’d discover this was only part of a trend – the preliminary rounds of several sports failed to sell out. Once the tournament got to the later stages ticket sales improved such that at the final of the women’s game, Wembley Stadium was completely filled!

Once we sat down we discovered something brilliant – we had amazing seats! This despite going for the middle of the price range. Row 9, halfway between a goal and the halfway line.

Teams lining up for the Anthems as seen from our fantastically close seats

Our view:


I’ve never attended a football match before but it was very clear this game attracted a different crowd to the stereotypical boisterous lager louts chanting insults at the players and officials. I’m sure not all games are like that but this game was far more family friendly. Lots of kids in attendance and lots of women. It also struck me as being more ‘middle class’ than you might expect. There were plenty of knowledgeable folk there but it still felt a bit like the Fast Show sketch with the guy not having any idea. ‘Is that good?’ Maybe that was just me.

Love these seats

The chanting was also amusingly half-hearted, a quiet ‘Gee B (clap clap clap) Gee B (clap clap clap) Gee B’ mumbled around the stadium. Almost like everyone was looking round asking.. ‘is that right? Is that what we do?’ Despite being united under the UK we’ve had over 150 years of playing ball sports as separate nations of England, Scotland, Wales, NI.. now people were trying to work out how to chant for Great Britain and I found it quite funny that people seemed not to know how. It also sounded like they completely stole it from the NZ fans (and actual NZ Olympic team) who’d been cheering ‘Kiwi, Kiwi, Kiwi’ in the same tones but more enthusiastically. Anyway the GB fans got louder as the game progressed especially when we took the lead.

The game itself was good, they were closely matched teams. GB put a lot of pressure on NZ who held off the attacks well and made a few of their own. Goalless at half-time, GB eventually took the lead from a free-kick to score the only goal of the game – the scoreline not really reflecting the game. While there were moments of calm it wasn’t just a case of kicking from one end to the other, both teams were taking shots.

On the whole it was a good advert for the women’s game which had long been thought of as a second- or third-rate amateur sport in this country, perhaps rightly in the past but unfairly for the past few years perhaps, and that’s strange for a football-obsessed UK. Nowadays the standards are far higher than before and I’ve definitely seen several lower quality matches in the men’s game.
This is a double-edged sword for me, because although this equality in sports is long overdue it will lead to even more football on our screens and there’s plenty of it already!

It was interesting on another level too because I realised how fast and fit a football player actually has to be, you don’t really appreciate that when watching on TV.

Crowd celebrating a GB win!

Both teams did a lap of honour which was good to see.

Second Game

There was another reason to go to Cardiff – the first rounds of the women’s competition featured two games per day and our second game was Brazil vs Cameroon! A classic World Cup match-up in the men’s game, surely it promised much for the ladies too.

This game was immediately more alive than the earlier one, more attacking and flowing particularly from the Brazilians as you might expect. The fans were much noisier too, drums and everything!


A single Brazilian running rings around Cameroon

The Brazilians were actually dominant and were 3-up by half time, going on to win 5-0. Much like the men’s team even when they’re ahead they’re a pleasure to watch, seemingly doing things the other team(s) haven’t even thought of.

Alas, we had to leave during the second half. We had a train to catch to get to London (Amy and I) and First Great Western in their infinite wisdom elected not to run extra trains late into the evening to cover the event. We either had to run the risk of getting the last train along with everyone else in the stadium and it being too full, or we leave an hour earlier and miss some of this game, which is what we did.
Disappointed, I was regretting it all the way to the station when we met a long, long line of people.. suddenly it looked like a great idea! We weren’t even sure we’d get on this train there were so many. Eventually we crammed on to a train, standing room only until some 45 minutes later, not at all comfortable wearing a bag I had no room to remove.

On the whole an excellent day, despite the issues with transport and the worries I might get bored at real life football, I didn’t and I have no regrets at all.

The next day, Friday, would be for meeting friends in the evening. Before that, it was all about taking the opportunity to enjoy the experience of being in London during the Games, and seeing the Torch! That’s in Part 3.


This is part 2 of my series on the London 2012 Olympic & Paralympic Games.

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