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Pat beamed: “I just love the Olympics! The opening ceremony, the athletics, the swimming, the volleyball…” He turned to Alison and asked: “Can we watch all of it?” Alison laughed and nodded: “We’ll leave two TVs on day and night for you. Whatever you want to watch.” Julian snorted: “Bet he won’t want to watch the archery!” Pat sighed: “Actually, I will. I was always fond of it. I won’t be put off just because one scout shot an arrow through my neck and killed me.” Alison rais

Jim looked confused. “No, no, no, no, no…yes,” he said. Geraldine smiled. “Brilliant! The village sports day wouldn’t be the same without...

The Wimbledon tournament organiser looked up from his desk. “Peter Colt! How the mighty have fallen. To 119th in the world, now, I see....

The Protect Duty, which will be known as Martyn's Law, is due to come into effect for venues with over 100 people, including football stadia

What were the odds on a four-man Jamaican bobsleigh team making the Winter Olympics? About as long as me, Irving Blitzer, becoming the next President of the United States! I told them there were too many problems. Snow: they didn't have any. Time: they didn't have any. It was three months to the 1988 Winter Olympics in Calgary. And me: they didn't have me. I was making my living as a bookie in Jamaica and after being caught cheating in the bobsleigh I just didn’t want to do i

Photo by Todd Trapani on Unsplash People have been laughing at me all my life. From school in Cheltenham to the ski jump slopes of Calgary in the 1988 Winter Olympics. Even my own dad told me: “You’re not an athlete!” I didn’t mind. After all, I got the last laugh! I’d tell them that I’d been following a dream I had since I was a kid: to represent my country at the Olympics. I just needed to find the right sport. I got the skiing bug on a school trip at 13, learned to ski on

When the music begins, we’re kneeling on the ice with our heads looking down at our shoulders. We bring our heads up and for one second, I look in Jayne’s eyes. I can see how far we’ve come and how much we’ve sacrificed to get here. How hard we’ve worked to get to the Olympic ice dance final! Our arms are swaying, and we keep time with Ravel’s Bolero, just like we’d practised for so long. I remember the guy at the practice rink scratching his head when he saw us kneeling down