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"My body used to be a temple, now it's just a cheap place to live." - 50 Million Beers
A spectre is haunting Europe. It is the spectre of the UEFA EURO 2004 (trademark registered).
There they go! There they go! There they go!
This mini-world cup should provide some gentle bemusement for most of us, and some good football by all accounts - as well as providing a decent bit of Beckperving for those who find the intricacies of the beautiful game a challenge.
By all accounts it should be a success. It comes on the heels of an increasingly popular (well, in this neck of the woods anyway) English Premier League, and what has been a surprisingly entertaining UEFA Champions League, made all the more memorable by the semi-final exit of those hideous cheats at Chelsea.
It also has the advantage that it's not as predictably sanitised as our major domestic winter codes.
Nonetheless it's yet another sport that has fallen to the clutches of those heartless lunatics at Foxtel.
Yes, Rupert Murdoch has bought soccer. No Les Murray; No SBS panel in the middle of the night; Just leave your money at the door and enjoy the show, kid.
The fact that Rupert Murdoch doesn't own the Olympics (well, last time this column checked anyway) is probably one of the reasons we should all approach the upcoming Athens fiasco with a healthy degree of scepticism.
Most people seem to be in the "it'll be all right on the night" school of thought when it comes to the Olympics. This column is a pessimist.
My Olympic cup is half empty and the prescience and capacity for prognostication that afflicts all columnists leaves me feeling decidedly uneasy when the thought of Athens enters my tiny brain.
The organisers have a perfect excuse in that modern wonder that is terrorism.
This can be used in the same way that it's used to justify herding people like cattle at any public event, and viewing any spontaneous activity, public wit or expression of excitement as some form of dangerous subversion - possibly a life threatening situation in need of severe physical retribution by some galah with a wire hanging out of his ear.
Luckily Greece has some Anarchists who, if the security talking heads on our TV's of late are to be believed, aren't really running a political agenda - they just like to let bombs off. Next we'll have that old hairy unwashed fellow with the round bomb popping out from behind trees like some demented pantomime terrorist.
The 'security experts', this column likes to think of them as hired goons, seem rather satisfied that none of the work of Greece's homely anarchists are connected to the Feared Beard, Osama. Nonetheless they provide a convenient excuse in order to cancel, if not the whole games, then certainly significant chunks of it - such as the events whose venues aren't completed yet, or may fall down if they are used.
They already use it as an excuse to get rid of seats and garbage bins at Central Station.
Oh yes, we're winning the war on terrorism. Winning, my arse!
Speaking of winning, this brouhaha seems to fly blithely over the head of that cocooned class of non-achievers, the Australian athletes. After all, this is all about them isn't it?
Well, if you ask them it is. They want they're moment of glory, and if a few dozen starving building workers from Albania get killed in the rush to get the circus finished well then that's the price we have to pay so that Kieran can flash that winning smile.
If the organisers pull the whole show, or just those not to be missed events such as the Greco-Roman wrestling, synchronised swimming or softball, it will be no great loss. The Organising Committee has already snaffled up some insurance in this event, and the way ticket sales and the global situation is going it may make sense to drive the Olympics off into the bush and chuck a firebomb into the back seat.
After all, the Olympics have been cancelled because we were at war, and we are again, aren't we?
Or is it all over and safe to come out again?
Who needs the Olympics anyway? Well, apart from Bob Carr and he's already used them.
I'll just be happy if the Poms don't make the quarter finals of the EURO 2000 (trademark)
Phil Doyle - breaking service in the opening set
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