Taufik Hidayat “produces amazing final display to take gold” and dedicates it to the TV audiences here in Indonesia.
(And Soni Kunkoro takes bronze.)
Except we weren’t watching.
There’s a really crappy film on one TV channel, two fat female celebs on another two channels, a dangdut party on another and some boring talking heads yakking on about whatever armchair political pundits chunder on about. But no badminton, the only sport in which Indonesia has any chance of doing anything.
And maybe never again if the IOC does decide to reduce the number of sports in the next Olympics. No doubt they’ll keep the synchronised swimming for its historical link to the original games as choreographed by Busby Berkeley.
And my Real Player needs a 9 meg download of bits and bytes so, if my connection holds, I can hear how Charlton are managing not to lose at home to Pompey ‘cos there’s no live football with tickertape score updates on TV either, except for Man Utd v Norwich after my bedtime.
I ain’t happy, except for Taufik.
Hold the press. WE WON.
Charlton 2 Pompey 1. Thanks for the own goal David Unsworth and Shaka Hislop. They all count. So Charlton are now 11th and Man Utd were where they belonged – bottom, until Alan Smith won the game for them.