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The reasonably fit and the super fit (not only those well prepared physically and mentally who train all year long as amateurs but also the obvious sports industry professionals) can be spotted a mile away as they just glide effortless through the entire event. These are the ones who cross the finish line fresh as daisies and recover fairly quickly too.

Women running on road in early morning

As for the others, most of them don’t perform so brilliantly as you can perfectly see at the very end their strained faces contorted with the agonizing pain of the compounded effort. In fact, everything about them tells you they got more than they bargained for. I can only imagine they actually left respective homes wearing a t-shirt and trainers thinking that alone would qualify them as fit for purpose.

This scenario seems unbelievable and surreal if you consider this country has sports bodies and authorities for everything and special grants programmes to create Olympic champions!

Feeling too much of the burn

That brings me to this following question: why is there nobody responsible for ensuring these participants at least check the level of fitness or wellbeing before the events takes place? Whys is there no one responsible to ensure these participants do a check up with their respective GPs?

In the recent years how many people have injured themselves or died while playing bravado, just dragging their exhausted feet towards the finish line? Where does the liability for their welfare lie? Is it the charities they are meant to be supporting? Is it the organizers? Is it the participants themselves?

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In case it is the latter, then unfortunately the scenario is quite bleak…as the ignorance displayed, lack of discernment and pointless bravado are a toxic combination present in most participants who sadly can’t even identify the body signs of danger.

It is about time something is done to stop or prevent more tragedies from happening in the future.


Everybody loves a good charity event. On a regular basis they are regarded as a wonderful experience, they get a lot of press coverage as they represent something worth supporting and being involved with.

You also see people of all ages, nationalities, ethnicities and socio- economic backgrounds participating happily.

Marathon, street runners  in spring day

At each event there are many parties are involved at different levels: there is the effort of the organizers and sponsors in materializing the whole operation from scratch, there is the effort of the charities that are desperate to fundraise in order to finance their good causes, the actual participants also contribute by gracing the event with their presence and paying a fee and finally you get to see their respective families and friends offering their deepest warmth and love to encourage the endurance, strength or speed prowess.

From this angle absolutely everything seems set in place for success and things fit together to complement each other’s role perfectly.

cancer awareness  cycling race or competition. ride for a good cause and charity

Therefore I wonder (after witnessing so many of those charity sports events) how is it possible that all too often I see people exerting themselves whilst displaying a complete lack of knowledge about sports technique, nutrition and hydration?

Easily one can tell the wise from the fool! Some can’t even breathe correctly or position their own bodies in an optimal way to reduce physical effort and maximize overall performance. These people basically don’t have a clue about what they are doing! They are nothing but sad, tragic characters! All too often they endanger themselves and others by injuring themselves, tripping and falling their way into the emergency services when that could easily have been prevented in the first place.

painful running injury

It was a Brit called Charles Miller who brought football to Brazil by introducing the beautiful game to Sao Paulo Athletic Club in 1892. Following a recent study, today 1 in 3 Britons sadly cannot pick out Brazil on a world map and more than half of 2000 people polled did not know the nation’s first language is Portuguese!

Back then this chap Miller had no idea how the sport would become part of the nation’s DNA. There are very few places where football is so passionately supported than Brazil. As I write this piece, the entire Brazilian nation is expecting their national team to win the tournament as an issue of national pride…no pressure there, I guess!

It is said that when Brazil lost to Uruguay in the final of the 1950 World Cup the entire nation mourned. The heartbreak was so much that a name was created for the disaster (the “Maracanazo”) in much the same way as an earthquake or hurricane might be titled.

Brazil is the most successful country in football history. They have won the World Cup five times (in 1958, 1962, 1970, 1994 and 2002), one more than Italy and are only one of five countries to have won it more than once, and one of eight to have ever won it at all. Their players have won the Ballon D’Or six times in the past 15 years and the World Player of the Year eight times in its 19 years of existence. That’s more than any other country.

They can boast to having produced some of the greatest ever players, including Socrates, Carlos Alberto, Garrincha, Rivaldo, Jairzinha, Romario, Rivelino, Zito, Ronaldo and Tostao, to name just a few. In the Brazilian team there were some of the finest players in the world including Ronaldinho, Lúcio, Alexandre Pato, Júlio Cesar, Maicon and Luis Fabiano. Obviously they boast having the greatest player ever to play the game Pele.

Coming back to Charles William Miller (24 November 1874 – 30 June 1953), he was born in Sao Paulo to John Miller, a Scottish railway engineer and Brazilian mother of English descent, Carlota Fox. In 1884 he was sent to the Banister Court public school in Southampton, England where he learnt to play football and cricket.

When he returned to Brazil in 1894, Miller brought two footballs along with a set of Hampshire FA rules.

Miller was instrumental in setting up the football team of the São Paulo Athletic Club (SPAC) and the Liga Paulista, the first football league in Brazil.

It was Miller that suggested the name to the first President of Sport Club Corinthians Paulista. British Vice-Consul in 1904. The first players to take part in the football games were all staff members of the railway company. The beautiful game was then regarded as an elitist game and no black players were allowed to play at all.

Can you imagine now the FIFA 100 hall of fame list without Pele?

London – The world cup city.

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For all those out there who live in a mostly mono cultural place where there are only citizens belonging to the same nationality or culture  this piece may come to you as a shock.

Whenever there is a world cup, London a.k.a global village is the best place to be in the planet!

In this city where at times there is unbearable tension, challenging pressure, overwhelming  stress, ruthless prejudice, painful discrimination and serious confrontation between people of all sorts of backgrounds events such as the world cup help to heal the wounds and actually bring people together even more.

As I write this, 41.000 Portuguese, 53.000 Australians, 62.000 Ghanaians, 66.000 Frenchmen, 37.000 Iranians, 35.000 Iranians and 114,000 Nigerians are sharing the same urban jungle and eagerly awaiting the start of the world cup.

I noticed through the years that at the beginning they all support their own national teams and disregard the opposition, but as the cup goes on and some teams are eventually eliminated those individuals who share the same continental backgrounds (Latin America, Africa or Asia) start to show solidarity to each other and wish well for the last remaining team(s) that is still playing the beautiful game. They are looking for someone worthy to represent them at the crucial last stages.

It is quite a show worthy of an audience: you see Mexicans, Argentinians and Brazilians together at the same community centre, coffee shop or pub rooting for the last survivors who ultimately represent their roots. It is as if Argentinians and Brazlians can finally bury the hatchet and reconcile over football for even a short while. The Africans will also proceed the same way with the same “joie de vivre”, spirit and rhythm.

Everywhere you will see people (who before would never speak to each other) greet each other and ask the latest results of the same game, celebrating the victories and sharing the grief of loss in a rather humane way.

For those who never visited, studied, worked or lived in London….this is a scary cosmopolitan centre where most people do not know their own neighbours nor do they wish to, they hardly see their own family, never  ever smile or speak to anybody in public transports.

They just live to work, office life is the only life they have and when they are not working, well they network!

Basically the workplace is the centre of the universe for the rat-race characters.

Therefore being completely disconnected from the social fabric becomes the acceptable norm.

The world cup encourages the residents of this cosmopolitan giant to display a vast range of genuine felt emotions along with an array of flags from every participant nation.

People wear scarves on the day of the games and chant national anthems in an outburst of joy and pubs are generally busier than the local church bursting with people from every seam.

Welcome to the world cup and let the beautiful game start.

Bring it on!!!

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