BRITISH HEROES' RAPTUROUS RECEPTION
By Simon Stone, PA Chief Sports Reporter
The frame was familiar, the haircut similar. "Audley, Audley," they cried.
But the giant, stocky character being hailed by the multitude of well-wishers
who turned up to greet Britain's triumphant Olympians off British Airways flight
016 at Heathrow Airport this morning was not the new super-heavyweight gold
medalist, merely a bemused passenger stumbling into the biggest reception party
of his life.
The man himself was in a side room, taking centre stage as the gaggle of
medalists reflected on their success.
If, after a 24-hour flight and dazed by jetlag, any of Britain's assorted
sporting stars failed to appreciate the magnitude of their achievements, it was
rammed home to them at a 6am photocall, where the blistering force of flashbulbs
was matched only by the glimmering reflection of the medals each wore round
their necks.
Steve Redgrave has, of course, been through it all four times before. Yet
Britain's greatest Olympian still appeared slightly mesmerised by the
attention.
Stephanie Cook has not. But the first women's Olympic modern pentathlon winner
smiled her way through the quickfire questioning in a manner which put most
Premiership footballers to shame.
Maybe her confidence comes from the knowledge that as a qualified medic, with
ambitions to practice in the Third World, there are far more important things in
life than sport, although it might not have seemed that way as she dragged her
screaming body across the finishing line in front of 102,000 people in Stadium
Australia on Sunday.
Super Stephanie may fade from the sporting scene as swiftly as she rose to
prominence - modern pentathlon correspondents are, after all, somewhat thin on
the ground.
But the cyclists and rowers should be around for a while yet, as will the
athletes.
As the free champagne was being doled out by generous BA stewardesses, some
took the gift of a free upgrade to slumber peacefully in club class.
"I think I was annoying Kelly because I just put my head back and snored for
nine hours," said Katharine Merry, who shared her journey home with Kelly
Holmes, bronze medal winners both.
Heptathlon winner Denise Lewis joined Audley Harrison on the platform, dwarfed
in size but not in achievement. Not quite beauty and the beast but only because
the boxer is yet to show signs of the rigours of his profession.
Lewis' longevity will probably exceed the rest of her team-mates. When her
career is complete there will still be modelling contracts at her disposal, good
looks combined with an educated, intelligent insight making her a television
natural too.
Matthew Pinsent, who like Redgrave travelled home first class, reinforced the
call for funding which, admittedly, he does not need.
Redgrave too hardly fitted the stereotypical impoverished British Olympian as
he slid into a brand new £51,000 Jaguar which his wife Ann decided was the
appropriate reward for his phenomenal achievement.
Rowing team-mate Tim Foster did not quite enjoy the same luxury, whisked to
the departure lounge for a coffee and muffin by a grateful television presenter
delighted to have secured an interview.
But mighty Matthew was right. In funding terms Britain is still a decade
behind its major rivals and generally the sports which do benefit are not those
that can call on the type of mass spectator involvement which has TV executives
clamouring for broadcast rights.
This should not matter. Through guts, endeavour, skill and speed a captivated
nation has regained its pride. An enthusiastic public cheering Olympians they
still do not recognise.
Britain has a capacity for sport at least the equal of those down under to
whom it means so much. Unlike the belligerent Australians, we have grown too
used to failure. The notion we love losers more than winners is a myth.
Sport invigorates and unifies like little else in our fractured society. Its
voice should be heard at the highest level in government, its participants
consulted in victory and defeat.
With a general election looming, Tony Blair and William Hague would do well to
listen.
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