Truly, the Olympics are more moving than any cinematic tragedy, more gripping than any thriller, more filled with twists and turns than any soap opera. Cielo of Brazil won the gold medal for the men’s 50 metres freestyle today, and he was in tears from the moment he realised what had happened. So overwhelmed was he that when he stood on the winners’ podium, he held the tears back with difficulty. There was something very touching about this very powerful swimmer gulping hard to keep his emotions under control. But when they palyed his country’s national anthem, I think it was just too much for him to take. His face crumpled and his hand went up to wipe his drenced cheeks. In the end, the two medallists from France standing on either side of him on the podium had to lean over to comfort him, even though they had lost the gold medal to him. I think the reason this was so touching to watch was because I have been used to seeing Michael Phelps on the winners’ podium, and while you can’t say he is unmoved by each victory, certainly he has the composure you expect of the Greatest Olympian in the world.
Well done, Cielo. I am sure your country is very proud of you.
And of course we here in Singapore are proud of our own Olympic medallists- the table tennis women’s team. I can’t say I like the sport very much, but a medal is a medal, and it’s about time we had ourselves one of those!