THE decision to overturn the Olympic life bans of 28 Russians had cast a shadow on the PyeongChang Games which started on Friday – as did the bitter temperatures, the outbreak of norovirus and the close proximity to Kim Jong-un Land.
But the Games started with the usual fanfare and fireworks with athletes from South and North Korea coming together and entering under a unified flag.
Will the mixed ice hockey teams help thaw relations between the two warring countries? I’m not sure – but it will be interesting to see Mr Kim’s reaction if they get destroyed on the ice by America.
The women’s team made history on Saturday taking on Switzerland as the first unified team – unfortunately they lost 7-0 and are expected to have their heads cut off . . . I’M JOKING! I think. I hope!
I really want to enjoy the spectacle of these Games but will find it hard not to be suspicious of any athlete hailing from Russia. I urge any sports fan or any lover of conspiracies and intrigue to watch Icarus on Netflix and you’ll understand where I’m coming from.
But I do love the Winter Olympics because it throws up such weird and wonderful sports.
The lunacy that is the luge, who thought of bringing a brush onto the ice in curling and do the competitors never stop to think why the skeleton is called that? Launching yourself head-first down a mountain on a tiny tea-tray at speeds up to 78mph – surely Death just stands at the bottom with his scythe chuckling quietly.
Talking of nutters Tonga’s Pita Taufatofua was at it again. He became a viral sensation two years ago when he led his delegation into the Rio opening ceremony shirtless and oiled-up.
He competed in taekwondo at the summer Games but now – despite only seeing snow for the first time TWO YEARS ago – has qualified as a cross-country skier and despite the chill bared his chest once more.
But it has not started well for Britain with medal hopeful Elise Christie controversially crashing out in the 500m short-track speed skating final but she has two more events to go and women are like teabags, you never know how strong they are until they’re in hot water.
MANCHESTER CITY have all but wrapped up the title and could be crowned champions in six games – against Manchester United of all sides. Damn that will hurt.
Red Devils fans are already having nightmares about that scenario as their team has not only been blown out the water in what many were predicting pre-season to be a two-horse race but are now starting to mess up the unthinkable.
Jose Mourinho’s men looked to have second place sewn up a few weeks back but after taking just three from the last nine points available it’s all getting a bit tight.
If the race for the top four is going to be a mess it may well be a hot mess and just four points separate second and fifth place.
It’s going to be fascinating watch as the entertainers Liverpool and Tottenham battle it out against the pragmatism favoured by United and Chelsea.
When Mourinho broke the bank to bring in Alexis Sanchez most thought that would guarantee success but strangely the Chilean seems to be adding to the Old Trafford outfit’s problems.
Sanchez is a sensational forward but getting him into the team means Anthony Martial is played out of position on the right plus talisman Paul Pogba is forced into a midfield two when he was a world beater at previous club Juventus in a three.
It also means less pitch time for the bang in form Jesse Lingard, the hugely promising Marcus Rashford and Juan Mata who with 21 victories and just one loss in his 25 starts for United this season must have one of the best win ratios at the club.
I don’t have a solution, but I do admire the problem. Over to you Jose . . .
AND finally nothing says I’m a crazy stalker . . . sorry I mean ‘I love you’ like getting a tattoo of your beloved for Valentine’s Day.
Or in Jose Mourinho superfan Vivien Bodycote’s case a 35th inking of her perfect Portugeezer.
On a screwball scale of 1 to 10, Vivien is a 9 and Jose is clearly the 1 she needs