Perhaps this is straying away from the topic of the Diamond Jubilee a little too far but anything related to England is related to the Queen and a bit later on i will write about something more relevant.

I think this picture (above) portrays the spirit of English sport spectators. Not being upset and pessimistic as this picture may suggest  but throwing everything at it with unrivalled optimism. Many Fans turn up with Face paint, flags, body paint, t-shirts, hats, all with the famous St Georges Cross boldly and proudly displayed. Hope and excitement later turn to despair  as England approach the full 90 minutes one or two goals down. It seems iconic for English football fans to have there head in there hands, watching there passion come second place in a two man race. Real Fans are never completely defeated just waiting for the magic moment when England pulls it back, on the rare occasions this actually happens the roar in the stadium is deafening. But the loss is soon put down to bad luck and is forgotten before the next match when the whole process is repeated, the fans turning up with no less hope and high expectation.


Moving on, this is a lot closer to the original topic. Over the Diamond Jubilee celebrations I happened to be in London. In most of the city this was all you could see.



British Flags - Thousands, probably Millions. Joyful people all lining to celebrate the Queens reign and to possibly see a glimpse of the queen herself. Being there was brilliant, being amongst a huge crowd that all have something in common - the love of their country. It was magical. The atmosphere of London had been transformed from the bustling city where people avoid eye contact and rarely go out of there way to help people to a sea of smiles and friendly faces.

 

An Olympic running event... ...from a British runners perspective.

Flash Fiction:

I sweep my eyes through the concrete forest. I spot my prey. Nature is designed to be well matched, but I have the element of surprise. I break out of cover and accelerate towards my soon to be catch. I see a flicker of fear in its eyes and it turns to run, more in hope than expectation.  The chase has begun. Weaving in and out of obstacles I close in. my limbs are burning, lungs desperately sucking in air. I reach out to finally make contact with my catch. “Tag your on!” I joyously shout.

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"Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass, it's about learning to dance in the rain."

First Words:

I don't often read, most books fail to steal precious time I spend playing the sports that I love and relaxing in front of the TV. But even the most the most demanding sports fail to focus your mind quite like a gripping book. There is nothing else that silences your mind and thoughts like a book you enjoy so much, you wish it was real.