Give ’em a chance to take a breath or two

Am I the only person who finds it incredibly irritating to see hyperactive sports presenters sticking their mike in the face of athletes/connections just as the action has finished and before they have even had a chance of get their breath back?  It is an extremely annoying modern practice that has crept into sport over the last few years and seemingly reflects the modern obsession with instant gratification.  It is as though the sports broadcasters think the viewing public cannot be expected to wait even five minutes to be told how the protagonists felt about it all.

Now, I love Clare Balding.  I think she is a great presenter, but what was the point of her thrusting her mike under the nose of mud splattered winning jockey David Mullins, just seconds after he had won a thrilling Grand National, while he was still struggling to get his breath back after his exertions?  I find it always helps if the people being interviewed have sufficient oxygen in their lungs when they are attempting to speak.

Likewise, her subsequent accosting of emotional winning trainer, Mouse Morris, was equally awkward to witness since he had been afforded barely a moment to comprehend his momentous victory before he was unceremoniously buttonholed.  Given the added context of having lost his son only a year ago, he was, unsurprisingly, reluctant, and unable, to articulate his feelings on live national TV.  Far from enhancing the experience it made for very uncomfortable viewing, and one longed for him to be left alone while he recovered and took in what had happened.

So, sports broadcasters, how about giving our industrious sportspeople a few precious moments, post-event, to get their breath back, digest the action and celebrate or commiserate with their loved ones?  Then, perhaps, we could get the coherent and articulate interviews that would help enhance the viewing experience for sports fans.


My Dad’s tip for the Grand National

Drum roll.  Dramatic Pause.  Here it comes.  The horse that’s going to win the 2016 Grand National is……The Last Samuri.  Get your money on it.  It’s got form.  It loves the ground.  It’s well handicapped.  The trainer and jockey are a stellar combination.  What could possibly go wrong?  Well, apart from the small matter of 30 4ft 6 in+ fences and a seemingly endless, energy draining run-in, my dad is a notorious betting jinx.  This is someone who, back in 1986, put his money on the legendary Dancing Brave, the firm favourite, to win the Derby.  The Derby that the legendary Dancing Brave, the firm favourite, infamously went on to lose by a whisker.  Most people blamed the jockey, Greville Starkey, with my dad convinced the defeated jockey had been nobbled, but, of course, I knew that the real culprit had been my dad, who had put a curse on the great horse by betting on him.  Over the years many a hot favourite has fallen by the wayside – literally and metaphorically, a hapless victim of my dad’s betting jinx.  Therefore, usually, the wisest thing to do is to ask my Dad who his money’s on and then avoid said horse like the plague. 🙂