What a great games Kelly Holmes is having. A magnificent gold in the 800 metres and a chance to go one better than Seb Coe and get a double track gold in th 1500 metres. Little does she realise though, that all the press coverage of her great achievement has been eclipsed by Paula Radcliffe's crying face and her ridiculous game of tease, as she keeps us all in suspense about whether or not she will run the extremely boring 10,000 metres. It's typical that the British press is more interested in the failure of one of our athletes than it is in any successes we might have had.
Who cares anyway? It's not like the Marathon is even a proper sport. The London Marathon is easy enough for Radcliffe to win because there's only about three people taking it seriously. Then there's a couple of hundred amateurs who are reasonable runners, but work in an office during the day and therefore would not be able to compete to win the race. Everyone else is either doing it for a laugh, a bet or to raise money for charity and many of these are dressed in silly costumes, or are attempting to run it backwards. The biggest surprise about the Olympic Marathon was that there were all these other runners, all trying to win and not just a few blokes in their forties and fifties, a load of drunk blokes dressed as chickens, a bloke in diving suit and Sir Jimmy Saville.
I don't want to criticise Radcliffe, but what the heck, I can't stop myself, so here goes. Come on Paula, sort yourself out and either get on with it or come home. If you get to the last couple of laps of the 10,000 metres and you're not in the medals, try and finish the race anyway, don't just stop running and start crying. Stop trying to get all the attention, and actually try and win something. Oh and when the Team GB bus gets back to Britain, and the press photographers start snapping, don't try and stand in front of Kelly Holmes unless you have the 10,000m gold round your skinny neck.