As the second day (night) of competition at the Glasgow Commonwealth Games gets rolling we’ve already seen some incredible performances. It started on the first night in the Sir Chris Hoy Velodrome with Australia’s flag bearer, the magnificent sprint cyclist Anna Mears, winning Gold in the Women’s 500m time trial in a performance that long time arch rival England’s Victoria Pendleton described as ‘perfect’. It was Mears 3rd straight Comm Games gold in the event and her 5th overall, moving her one gold ahead of her childhood hero Kathy Watt. She beat compatriot and roommate Steph Morton into silver.
That fantastic performance was followed by another, with the Aussie men’s 4000m team pursuit’ers also winning Gold by smashing an English opponent featuring one of the finest all-around cyclists of all time in Sir Bradley Wiggins. Wiggo has enjoyed tormenting the Aussies over the years somewhat ironically given his Dad is Australian, but Jack Bobridge and his teammates in green and gold made Sir Brad look, dare we say it ordinary, such was their dominance.
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As a confessed twitter addict I’ve noticed something interesting the past few weeks, the world loves the World Cup. No news there, except that most of my circle of ‘tweeps’ have barely ever mentioned soccer; sorry, football, before the past two weeks. Now my timeline is full of tweets about Mike (Tony, seriously mate) sorry Mile Jedinak, personal favourite Marco Bresciano and of course legend goal scorer and all around good guy Timmy Cahill. I’d look down my nose at these bandwagon fans, if I wasn’t shamelessly one of them.
That’s not to say I don’t love ‘The World Game’ and have a history with it, I do. As a kid I was a reasonably typical country sporting lad playing Aussie Rules in the Winter, Cricket in the Summer and Basketball year round. We’d play some soccer at school but the game wasn’t big in my neck of the woods so it passed me by for much of my childhood. That was until I made friends with a mad Manchester United fan in high school and was introduced to very late weekend nights watching the English Premier League. My interest piqued in the early days of Harry Kewell’s career at Leeds United, and once he was joined by Mark Viduka I was hooked. 1am on a Sunday morning would roll around and I’d make my way to the couch and hope the brilliant Martin Tyler would be calling and a good game was in store. I never became a fully fledged fan of a team in the EPL, though I had my favorites, rather I tended to follow the Aussie guys.