London 2012: Part 5 – Paralympics at ExCel

So far in this series I had only been around the margins of London 2012’s Olympic Games. Things were about to be different. When September’s Paralympics came around, when almost the whole of Britain wanted to this great summer to roll on and on forever, I finally got into the midst of the action with real, actual tickets!

Over two days I would see live sport at the ExCel Exhibition Centre in the afternoon, the Olympic Stadium in the evening, and the second day would be spent at Brands Hatch. A busy two days!

September 6th, 2012 – Afternoon

As with the visit in the summer the morning was spent taking the train from Dorset to London Waterloo and making my way to the venue. I’d wanted to try the brand new cable car across the Thames but hadn’t yet found a reason to go all that way over there – I mean who would put it there and expect it to be used? Yet as luck would have it, it turns out the fastest way from Waterloo to the ExCel is to take the tube to the Millennium Dome (the ‘O2 Arena’ as I suppose we have to call it) and use the cable car, which plonks you down about half a mile from the ExCel.


This part of London is a mix of the exhibition hall, conference centres, restaurants and so forth. It used to be the famous sprawling docks of the city and some tributes remain as a legacy.

The first thing to do was negotiate the notoriously thorough London 2012 securit, which was as restrictive as airport security: can’t take in more than 100ml of fluid, can’t bring your own drinks, can only bring a small rucksack bag which needed to be emptied in front of them. Not particularly helpful to those who didn’t have time to check into their hotel beforehand (i.e. me) so I had to travel light. The staff, whether G4S or Armed Forces personnel (a lot of RAF) were immensely friendly though and everyone was passing through easily.

ExCel London

I had a day pass so I could go wherever I liked. The ExCel was hosting several sports although several coincided so I had to plot my moves. It was quite difficult as you never knew when something might end, and there were quite a lot of people around especially when there was a break between sessions. The worst part was when all sessions ended at once and everyone was queuing to get in to the next one.

Nearest the door: table tennis. Let’s do that first.

Table Tennis

Table tennis arena. 5 games in progress at the same time!

Within a few minutes I realised four things:

One, wow lots of games at once this is a bargain!

Two, watching from a distance the tables are quite small and so is the ball.

Three, I don’t know anything about any form of tennis except some basics. In fact this whole Paralympic experience was the first time I’d attended a sporting event without knowing anything about the sports or their competitors.

Four, as a motorsport fan when I’m trackside I am accustomed to having a radio in my ear with commentary provided by the circuit or the championship. At the Paralympics there was no commentary, although I’d not brought my radio anyway!

I was confused for a while especially as the crowd on one side of the arena was getting really animated and were cheering one of the games near to them, which made me think I’d missed something in the game I was watching! I hadn’t, they were just watching a different thing.

I’d perhaps naively expected several screens perhaps with one for each table, and very clear modern scoreboard. What we had were a few fairly small screens all focussed on the same match and an old-fashioned single-colour scoreboard right outta the 70s with everything abbreviated so you didn’t know what it meant (unless you did). For the year 2012 at an event sponsored by a giant electronics company I was not impressed.

British competitor on the left hidden behind the marshal

It was fun though. Just because they are in wheelchairs doesn’t mean the game is any slower. I’d say it is a lot more impressive playing in a chair rather than leaping around trying to hit the ball, your reactions have to be very fast to hit the ball before it goes out of your more limited reach and that in turn makes for a very rapid game… or a lot of misses.

I was on the verge of moving but I started to get really into the game happening in front of me, what I think was Turkey vs Russia. It was a team event and these weren’t in chairs so I guess they were partially-sighted or something. There was a singles, then another singles between the other two, then they finished off playing doubles. I’ve been to Turkey and liked it so I was pulling for them.

Turkey vs Russia
Turkey vs Russia doubles

I could see the scores just next to the umpire there and on the screen at the back (just!). It was a close contest, which is why I didn’t move over to the other stand to watch the British athletes! My memory faded now but I think Turkey just about won. It was close all the way through.

Britain vs China (I saw more through the camera than through the eye)

And there was good support for the British team. When the game in front of me finished I decided not to stay, instead I went back out into the atrium and head to the fencing which was on at the same time.

The atrium.

Wheelchair Fencing

I really liked the idea of wheelchair fencing. I just couldn’t see how it would work, from what I’ve seen of fencing one of the key components of it is the ability to move back and forth to attack or defend, yet these guys were sat in chairs which were strapped to the ground and couldn’t move. How could they have a swordfight?

Wheelchair Fencing

As it turned out it was fantastic. Such a fun sport! Such a fast sport as well.


I didn’t have an optimum position so it was hard to see, and again lots of contests to follow which again I found difficult. The nearest me happened to be two Frenchman which I didn’t think was fair on the French team!

I missed a lot though. I thought I was being clever in doing tennis first and fencing second but when I stayed longer at the tennis I’d forgotten that would mean less time at the fencing (even though there should’ve been a clear 1hr15min of fencing after the tennis ended which wasn’t the case). Just inexperience with the sports – had I known beforehand that I’d end up liking fencing I’d have allowed more time for it! The second session wasn’t to start until 5pm and I couldn’t stay that long.

After lunch and a lot of waiting around for the next set of sessions I gave up on Sitting Volleyball thanks to the sheer mass of people. It would’ve taken ages to get in. I wanted to watch that but so did everybody else! So I went to see boccia instead.


Boccia turned out to be quite boring. It was basically a form of bowls with a shorter field of play and about as interesting as bowls, which is to say ‘not very’. If it had been a variant of skittles or ten pin bowling I’d have been more interested but I suppose they’re a bit harder to throw from a wheelchair.


But again, some Brits were in there doing well with a lot of home support and the home crowds were cheering in the right places so they clearly knew their sport so good on ’em. Probably says a lot that I was happier watching the synchronised sweepers.

Time To Go

And that was pretty much it. I was there for five hours and saw three sports, queued for lots of things, and after not knowing what to expect I actually came away wishing I’d got there earlier and had more time. I really did enjoy it. Not at all bad for what I’d previously thought was just a £10 ‘filler’ to waste the afternoon before the trip to Stratford!

I couldn’t stay any later though, I was off somewhere exciting: The Olympic Stadium!

Goodbye ExCel.


This is part five of my series of posts on London 2012 Olympic & Paralympic Games. There are two later parts.

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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.

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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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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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