World Championships in Athletics in London - Day 8 (11-8-2017)

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Also this time I get to the stadium at the last moment. On the road many volunteers give five: they give it to me three times. There is almost no queue, but a sadistic volunteer reminds us that we risk missing the beginning and that he would not want to be in our shoes. In the end, I miss the first heat of the decathlon 100 meters and arrive just in time for the second.

This time, the public is like in a normal morning session: the stadium is so empty that for the first time I notice that the seats have the colours of West Ham. I'm in seventh row, half the final straight, so in the best position for 100 of the decathlon and 100hs. For the first time I meet some Italians, who show up only at 11am, for Tamberi's race: I  will meet Others in the afternoon.

In the 100hs I see from very close the  ruinous fall of the Trinidad hurdler, who remains several minutes on the ground before being taken off in the stretcher (it seems she's okay now). Nevertheless, in the first result appeared on the scoreboard she was in fourth place, with 13.01. I also see wind data, which they never tell. I also see the podium well, but in the morning there are no medal ceremonies.

I also see the women's discus quite well, but with some difficulty in seeing the tool start, which gets confusied with the cage.You see the race that was most heartfelt to all of us: the qualifications of men's high jump. In the initial presentation, the speaker does not name Tamberi and when he jumps sometimes calls him Tàmberi. The pronunciation of the speaker is horrible, he calls everybody the English way: e.g. Lisek became "Laisek" and today the Spanish decathlete Urena became "Iurena". Tamberi however clears 2.17 on first attempt, then 2.22, 2.26 and 2,29 all on second, but always making the bar shake. At 2.29, he kneels as if he was praying the Mecca, thinking he has made it, but finds himself 13th. 2.31 is needed, and he doesn't make it. He leaves the field last, unhappy. At least he made his SB, and he is only the fourth Italian to do so in these WCH. I rhave ead so many horrible comments about him, but you just have to thank him.

The decathlon shot put is left: they put the makers farther (14 and 16 meters, against 12 and 14) in the group of the worst. So, there was a group with more than half of the throws over the second marker and one in which 90% did not reach the first. At the exit I meet a group of Australian fans (of a hurdler) equipped with inflatable kangaroo. I make late and go out when they're starting to close the gates.

The afternoon program starts at 17, but until 19 there is only the decathlon high jump. I arrive at 17.40 and find the stadium already quite full: around 18 three-quarters of the stands will be filled almost entirely (the area along the final straight remains somewhat empty). I'm in the second deck at the start of 200. I see everything well: the only problem is that in the HJ I'm aligned with the bar so I can ot see it, except when it falls down. The disadvantage of the second deck however is that for every need you have to go down the stairs and then back up: in the upper deck there are no bars or toilets.

Finally I can enjoy a horizontal jump race, and the women's long jump is really worth, always fought centimeter by centimeter. It's only a pity that Reese's winning jump takes place during a semifinal of the 800 and so I miss it. The hammer throw is also balanced: Even when Fajdek takes the air in the third throw, the positions from 2nd to 7th remain in the less than one meter. It's only a pity that Lingua is not in the race: after 3 throws he is 10th and therefore he has to stop. We sure cannot blame him, he made his job, but we seriously risk to end up the track and field events with zero finalists: Freak Antoni's saying is true "it's not true that when you touch the bottom you can only go up. Sometimes you start digging." In the finale of the evening, it stands out the final of women's 3000 steeplechase, with the surprising American double and the comedy in the second round, when a Kenyan believes she is still in the first round and continues on the track rather than deviating to the water jump.

World Championships in Athletics in London - Day 9 (12-8-2017)

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This time I think I've come to the stadium in time, but already on the underground you see the crowd and at bridge 1 the queue is impressive. Without even being invited by the stewards, I try to go to 2, then to 3, where it seems shorter. It is, however, slower than usual: it lasts 20 minutes, while in the past even longer queues have been dealt withvin less than half time. At least today nobody reminds us that we are late. Many Jamaican and even a Grenadine are seen at the entrance.

I can only see the last heat of the decathlon's 110hs, with two more not finishing (one injured and one fallen down). The decathlon will turn out to be a elimination race: 36 started, 21 arrived, so that the 1500 will be held on a single heat. The stadium is very full, even more than last Sunday. I'm in the fourth row, at the beginning of the straight opposite to the arrival. So I see very close the first 4X100 exchange: I first see Schippers from very close, then Gatlin (booed again) and Vicault. There is also the mascot, who plants a summer umbrella in the sand of the horizontal jumps and invites a little girl to play beach games.

On the only occasion I've been waving the flag, when our 4X400 goes on track, the lady behind me moves it, as she is shooting a video: but do you everthink about what you are living now instead of filming? The speaker continues with his imaginative pronunciation: if I had not thought they could not be anyone else, I would never have realized that the three identical names in the Belgian relay were the Borlees. Belgium then comes third with a time faster than the Asian record. I say this because initially in the order of arrival Japan (which actually had come last, far away) was in their place, and they had attributed them an area record. Only when they are going to interview the relay members they notice realize the mistake.

From my position, I can also see the discus very well When only decathlon remains, the stadium gets empty a bit, but it is still fuller than in a normal morning session. During the pole vault I move to the sector and sit next to a group of French fans, but they stand up on every Mayer jump, forcing me to rise up too.

The PV groups are offset, group B, the poorest one, starts an hour later. When only two athletes were left in the race in Group A, the incredible happens: they tell us that at the end of Group A we will have to leave the stadium, even though Group B has just begun (6 athletes on 13 have yet to enter the competition). Soon there is only one athlete left in the competition, and I hope he clears at least 3 more heights all on third, instead he clears one on the first and then nothing more. So there is the unprecedented case of a WCH event held behind closed doors. It does not seem to me very regular that some medal candidates competed with the public and others without. It should also be said that nothing unexpected happened: they were perfectly on time. If their idea was to open at 4 o'clock for the afternoon session (as shownin the ticket) and to keep an hour off for checks and cleaning, they can not start a pole vault race at 2.15.

Despite the unexpected break, I soon abandon the idea of ​​getting away from the Olympic Park. I try to buy something at the store, but to pay there is a queue that goes up to the entrance. I goto the Hero village (Hero is the name of the mascot). There are many interesting games, but there are too longqueues. At least there is a shop a little less crowded so I can buy there.

I returned to the stadium just before the start of the decathlon's javelin at 5.30. It is already full for almost half: it will be full at about 7, at the beginning of the other races. It starts with the final of the women's high jump: after the Rio experience (where 3 cleared heights were enough to win the gold and 2 to come 5 ^) make a little slower progression, and finally it's a true race, where to win one needs to clear 8 heights. Of course, thanks also to Levchenko and Licwicko, who challenge Kuchina, who at some point finds herself even third.

When there are 5000, HJ and JT it makes it hard to stay behind all. I miss Rohler's throw, which will turn out to be a winner, during the 5000, and immediately after the arrival of the race nobody notices Levchenko's 2.01. The audience stands up with Mo Farah's presentation and I'm afraid they are going to follow all the racing standing, instead they will sit down and stand uo again for the last 600 meters. The British are heating up a lot for Farah and I, who I've never particularly loved him, find myself like an away fan. When he loses, I am not brave enough to exult, but I just applaud, as everyone does.

There are more medal ceremonies than usual, so I have to note two peculiarities, one with respect to the ceremonies and one with respect to the rest of the WCH. The first is that the flags do not rise on a flagpole (which is not there, because at the Olympics they had the medal plaza), but they are only kept in hand. The second is that the ceremonies are the only occasion when announcements are made in languages ​​other than English: they are first in French and then in English. For Kuchina the IAAF Anthem is played, which I must have heard in some races: it sounds like the soundtrack of a fantasy movie.

Then comes the clou, with the last race of Bolt (who surprisingly had run also this morning in the het), the relay. The speaker reminds that he will also be present tomorrow for a victory lap, Jamaica is cheered almost more than Britain. Then it comes to the last leg: Great Britain and USA come with a slight advantage over Jamaica, Bolt could come back, last year it would still be easy (let's not talk about golden times), instead he stops. I read that the accident has triggered the malignant: conspiracy theories are real an evil of our times.

Meanwhile Great Britain wins gold and this time very few hurry to get out ...

World Championships in Athletics in London - Day 10 and final (13-8-2017)

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I arrive at the Mall (venue to Buckingham Palace, where the walking races take place) at 9.30am. The 50 km. hass just passed the 20 km mark: Diniz goes on alone, regal, seems to stroll while others binge behind him. The audience is very different from the stadiumone: the British are almost non-existent, they will be more for the two 20 km, but they will be still a minority. Many Irish, Chinese, Japanese, Portuguese and even Italian people are seen. I see the group of Antonelli family members on the other side of the road, after a couple of rounds through (there were two points where you could cross the course in dead moments) and join them.

There are two maxischerms, one for each side, but from my position I barely see one. Then there is the board for disqualification proposals, but it shows the walkers by,  number, while on the bibs they have only their names, so the only way to figure out who it is is to look at the IAAF app, but it does not open (in fact later I will notice that the number is on bibs, but very small). At a certain point I can see on the screen that Antonelli has two and De Luca one, then De Luca takes the second and at some point I see a judge approaching him, but then he thinks over and does not disquaify him.

After half the race lapping begin, so that in thefinal kilometers for one who should arrive at that time it would be impossible to understand the situation. A group of Spaniards sees a countryman immediately behind Diniz and perhaps for a moment believes he is second. I too am confused and I believe that De Luca arrives 8th instead of 9th because among those who come back on him, I did not notice a Pole, whom I thought was a lap behind. At a certain point Diniz seems on the road to lap everyone, eventually three will be saved.

There are also the women, who go on in the general indifference. If I had not seen it at the beginning on the app, I would never understand which is the leading group. Only at 2/3 of the race, when the Portuguese takes off, they start to get some attention. The speaker magnifies this first edition of the women's race, saying that "circumstances" have made it improvised, as if it had not been an IAAF decision.

For the women's race, I move a bit further towards the finish line, where I find a group of Italian fans. Shortly after the start, Tamberi comes to see us: he's making a tour of Italian fans. Someone tells him "see you in Tokyo" and he answers "even before". I tell him I was ready to go to the stadium half-shaved.

Palmisano is always in the lead, while the group gets smaller and smaller, until they remain 4. On the last lap, a bit from the speaker (who chatters, but does not tell much about what happens), somewhat form a glimpse on the screen, we understand that the Palmisano has lost contact, and in fact when it appears to us she seems to be irremediably fourth. We are therefore resigned to get nothing in these WCH. But I noticed that the scoreboard reported disqualification for a number that corresponded to a Chinese, but as the Chinese ahead is still in the race, I thought it was the third one, the one behind. After the finisish we find instead that the disqualified Chinese was one of those in the lead and that Palmisano gets bronze: finally a satisfaction.

After the finish I approach the finish line, but they stop us for the athletes' exit. An Asian lady does not stop and is treated very badly. I note that stewards do not take into consideration the idea that one may not understand English.

I see the men's 20 km. already started, as I took something to eat. At the first step I see Rubino and Fortunato back, after Indians, Kenyans and Turks. I illude myself that Giupponi is ahead of them and I did not noticehim, but it's still behind. At the end Rubino comes back up to 16th place, a placement that in a track race we would find good, and even Fortunato at least makes his PB.

Before I leave, I find that there are also the medal ceremonies: I thought they would be held at the stadium. They do not specify where they are, I was thinking of the finish line, but they are somewhere in the direction of Buckingham Palace. Here they have flagpoles to hoist the flags. For the speaker, Palmisano becomes "Palmissino".

This time I was able to enter the stadium in good anticipation, despite the queue, but I order a pizza at its kiosk and I have to wait for delivery. So I still risk  not to get in time for the start, in the end I'll just sit down in time for the first high jump. I am in 22rd row, second bend: a perfect position to follow high jump, which I thought would be the main race for Italy. Instead, besides being without Italians, it is an incredibly disapponting race. Already at the beginning, an athlete does not jump and one retires after a single jump: it is a pity that in athletics there are no reserves. Then, in spite of a not too fast height progression, three heights cleared are enough to go for a medal and two to come Sixth. Most of all, with the same combination of height and misses as Tamberi in qualification one would have come fourth.
The women's discus, which seems to have already decided on the 6th overall throw, Perkovic's first, but that launch alone would not have been enough to win: Perkovic wins because he gets better, but Samuels holds his head.
Given the brevity of the high, already at 20.40 only relays and medal ceremonies are left. The races end (a little late) with the incredible victory of Trinidad & Tobago in the 4X400. This time, however, nobody leaves: there are the medal ceremonies and above all the final walkthrough of Bolt, which runs a lap at the rhythm of "Reggae Night" (this time they change: when Jamaica was involved they always played "Jammin") and receives a piece of the Olympic Games track (yes, they still sell it , I bought a pair of keychains myself: but do they never sell it out?) with number 7, like his individual gold medals at WCHs.
The last Anthem played is Trinidad & Tobago's: a lady behind me in the disabled area sings it. On the way out I meet a group of Qatariots and I say "see you in Doha". But first there is Berlin, perhaps Birmingham and, for athletics in general, more modestly Rieti.

World Championships in Athletics in London - Day 7 (10-8-2017)

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At least once, I getto the Olympic Park a little in advance. I have a look at the official store and confirm my initial impression: merchandising is not so good, perhaps the worst of the WCHs I've seen. I find out now that the mascots are two: in addition to the one you see at the stage, the hedegehog Hero, there is also a bee.

There are queues at the gates: at bridge 1 the stewards tell us to go to 2 to find a shorter queue. When we arrived at 2 we were told to go to 3, but at this point I'm too tired and I stop, also because my sector is between 1 and 2. I'm again behind the second bend, but even lower than yesterday (fifth row). I thought it was not a good place, but I find out that the qualifications of women's high jump are held on my side: I do not remember having ever seen HJ and PV in the same sector. In front of me many team members: I see representatives of Lithuania, Sweden, USA, Germany and Croatia. At some point Italian manager Locatelli also comes, looking for a person (he is older than he looks in picture)s. I see the girls very close, especially when they approach to talk with their coaches, and it's almost always nice to see them. I always notice it, but the thinness of some is really impressive: mainly Gordeeva, but also Kuchina herself (her husband may forgive me if I do not call her with her new name, too complicated). The one that turns more often towards the coach is our Furlani herself, who seems very worried, almost frightened. Even Trost, who is almost a fixed couple with Beitia, seems tense, but more determined.

The result will be a flop for both: I did not expect that from Trost, which at least had always got to the final. The Caballero also sinks, and she was expected t o getat least to the semifinals. So even a more disappointing day than others. And I think that when the Moscow WCH ended, the last ones where I had been, I could not wait for the new ones to start, hoping they would go better, but in comparison to these (at least so far) those were a success.

On the other hand I do not see much of the other races, apart from the bend of the 200. Of the javelin, I can understand more or less if a throw is good, not the exact measure. Vetter immediately shoots 91.20: I realized that it was a great throw, but not to this point. The triple jump I follow almost entirely from the screen: a lively race in the first three rounds (although there are two separate races, one for the first two and one for the others), then nothing happens in the fourth and fifth and little in the sixth. The fact that you get a medal with 17.19 increases the regret for Donato.

After the 400hs, with the victory of the second American (with the voice of a little girl), you get to the clou: the 200 final. The public is all for Makwala: no one else, apart from the British and Bolt, was so cheered. He starts strongly, then shuts off, so there is a new surprise with Guliyev's victory: the races where the favourite has won have been pretty rare so far (although the TJ was one of them).

Returning to the hotel, I see a lot more people around than the other days: it seems that here the weekend starts on Thursday night. A girl (probably a bachelorette farewell) greets me: I do not understand why, then I find out she has noticed that I'm Italian, because of the painted cheeks (yes, I always have them).

Ultimately, on the one hand, the question "why am I not going to watch fencing?" gets stronger, but on the other I think that athletics is beautiful even without Italians (and despite Coe).

World Championships in Athletics in London - Day 6 (9-8-2017)

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Before the races I decided to take a swim in the Olympic swimming pool. It is open to the public, at an affordable price (£ 5.20), but the 50-meter pool is only open from 4pm. It already gives me a great excitement to see the pool so close and think that soon I'll swim where Phelps swam.  The stands seem small, less capacious than those of Rome.

At the entrance I find out I have to leave the towel in the locker: it is not allowed to bring anything to the pool area. The pool is much deeper than the swimming pool I'm used to: 2.95 meters: the first time you put your head underwater, it's impressive to see the bottom line so far away. So I find out that when the swimmers at the end of the race are seen with their chest out of the water, it is not because the pool is less deep at the end, but because there is a slit where they stand on their feet: I wonder how they can keep in equilibrium.

The lanes from 0 to 5 have an indication about the swimming speed, of course the central ones are the fastest. They all have an indication of whether to swim clockwise or counterclockwise, I take a little bit to understand what it means(clockwise = outward left and return right, counterclockwise the reverse). Trying to stay on my side often go against the curb.

The water is incredibly light: at the end of the first lenght it seems amazing that it is over. But after a while but it feels weird, at the beginning of the fourth one I feel dizzy and I have to stop for a moment. I also try breaststoke and butterfly, not backstroke because I'm afraid to swim into someone.

As I come out I only need to cross a bridge and I am at the stadium gates. Of course I had calculated that the day would start at 7.05: Makwala's solo run was announced when I was already in the pool, so I missed it. It's raining: in front of me I see two Wimbledon umbrellas (I have one bought in Göteborg for the 2006 Europeans, but with no sport references).

Arrive at my place right in time for the start of the first heat of 3000sc. It's really ccold: I think it will be hard to resist until the end and curse the fact that it has to be cold on August 9, but also think of those in Italy who are throwing curses of opposite sign. Behind me there is a group of Germans who will see the rare event of a throw final without any fellow countrymen and will discuss with the neighbors the best way to go back to the hotel. A few rows ahead, one Moroccan wearing a fez gets noticed.

I'm in the tenth row , behind the second bend. The view is not the best: you do not even see the beginning of the straight for the outer lanes: a panel covers it. Of women's long jump I see very little: the jumps are quite visible, but one does not understand the measure because the landing is covered by the metric bar. On the other hand, I can see women's shot put well, at least the throws, not the measures because I am in a too low position to see the markers. Very nice and balanced race, contested until the last throw. You also see the bend of the 200, while it's not easy to see the straight even on the screen because they only show it in the one on the other side, in that on my side they show the SP.

In the final thetre is he great surprise with the 400 women: I thought I would see Miller's triumphal ride and just a few meters from finish it seemed like this, but the favorite stops suddenly, I thought she had got hurt, but she had just stumbled. Meanwhile, in the general indifference, the qualifications of the hammer are held: in the first group Lingua is ninth and therefore I think he is now eliminated, but at the end of the first round of the second group he is still in, then also at the end of the second and after half of the third. At this point I start to bet against all the last throws: the neighbors will be wondering why I was celebrating. At the end Lingua qualifies: finally a satisfaction.

The return journey is particularly though for the cold: on arrival at the station, volunteers give us five. On the other hand, the underground is less crowded than usual and I can sit down.

The premises were not so good, but at the end I had fun.

World Championships in Athletics in London - Day 5 (8-8-2017)

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Today I hoped I could tell about a historic evening, one of those I could say "I was there" like for 100 meters in Berlin but nothing: the 400 meters final was a race like others. So I can tell about the day from the beginning.

Today is the day the races start latest, at 7.20pm. During the day, around London, I notice I hear other languages ​​more than I do at the stadium. Of course, I also went to tourist places: in the City it would have been different (but I've had enough of the City...), but Iit was not so in Moscow or Osaka.I return to the hotel for a rest and I fall asleep, so I leave to the stadium late, I also find the underground blocked, so I decide to walk to Liverpool Strret. I enter the stadium at 7.20 exactly,  queues at the food kiosks and I decide to postpone the dinner. I stop to take the program, to find that it is even worse than usual. I had not talked about it yet, but the paper program simply sucks: I never saw a so poorly made one. First of all the race program is 4-5 pages out of 40, so it's hard to find. Then they don't write the numbers of lane and order, don't write PBs and SBs and for the vertical jumps they put the same table with 6 columns as for horizontal jumps and throws. Lastly, for the different rounds of the same races the presentations are the same, so the contents repeat. Ice on the cake: today, in the initial summary of the schedule, they put yesterday's one.I am even higher than yesterday, and a bit more central, always in the straight opposite to the finish. Behind me a group of Germans. Instead, there are many French people in the pole vault sector. It starts with women's javelin, very fought: Spotakova finds the winning throw at second attempt, but the Chinese are challenging her. Fortunately, there are no changes in the last round, as I miss it to eat. After the Italian disaster on the 200, in fact, I decide to go down for dinner, to find even more queues than at the beginning. I choose the kiosk with the shortest queue and eat a "pork roll", sandwich with pork pieces similar to American pulled pork.

I am back for the 400hs semi-finals: Italy hopes for a miracle that does not come. It's one of those days that I wonder, "but why do not I go to see fencing or maybe swimming?" (where Italians do better). There is also the men's PV, with a progression that seems a little too fast, as it almost always happens: in 3 they do not even clear the first heights, after 3 heights 5 jumpers are left. But then they go o well, with 3 over 5.89, and it ends after the end of the runs.

Before the grand finale of 400 there is the final of 800, with Bosse's surprise victory (the French were waiting for Lavillenie and Bosse arrived: good for them that they have all these alternatives). In the interview he asks "am I dreaming?" in a better English than many Frenchmen in much higher positions. Finally, the 400, where we expected times below 43, but they hardly go below 44. Sure, it seems strnge to consider a 43.98 a disappointment, but Van Niekerk (and not only) had accostumed us well. Particular conditions, anyway,: all races have been slow.

At the end of the 400 many are beginning to leave, although PV is not over yet (yesterday I saw people rush as if they could miss the last underground) When Lavillenie's last miss decides the pole vault, almost everybody starts out, even though Kendricks could theoretically continue to jump. He wisely decides to quit, even because he is likely to be left alone in the stadium.

At exit, usually 40 minutes to get to the underground. This time, however, I could have stopped at a kiosk if I wanted to.

World Championships in Athletics in London - Day 4 (7-8-2017)

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In the morning, visit at Casa Italia Atletica. I am stopped first by two frontmen of the building, then by two members of Casa Italia staff: they finally let me in. But they all seem to wonder what a common spectator is doing there. I ask about lunch, and they confirm that it is by invitation, like the other times. I turn around, then, as I go, an officer approaches me and tells me that I should soon go to leave place to "credited" people. So I wonder why Fidal, the Italian Athletics federation, advertises so much Casa Italia events (meals included) in its website (es.here) when they are not open to the public: they might just send an email to the guests! Again the attitude I told about in the introductory post of this blog, the common spectator that is seen with discomfort. Doubts may also be raised about the choice of the pictures of the athletes at the entrance: he is Tamberi, and so far it's normal, even obvious, but she is Dariya Derkach, who has not even been selected for the team and is obviously there only for her look (undoubtedly remarkable). Not a nice message: it suggests that for women it is more important to be beautiful than good. While going out, I meet Tortu and Folorunso, she is sshorter than she looks from afar.

After an afternoon of rest and writing, I leave to the stadium. I try a new route, which saves a line change. The crowd in the underground is awful (I try to enter it with the hotel key, and on the way back I will do the other way round), but they are commuters: even at the last stop people going to the stadium are a minority.

I get in pretty fast. This time I'm in the second deck, behind the straight opposite to finish, and I see all the field well. At the entrance, there are groups of Colombians, behind me there is a group of Jamaican people and I hear some Frenchmen, but foreigners remain a small minority (and I have not seen an American yet).

The program opens with a minute of silence (perhaps the first one I've ever seen in athletics) for Australian sprinter Betty Cuthbert. Then it starts: satisfaction for the behavior of Italians in heats. The speaker, however, ignores them, mentioning athletes less titled than them. The speaker will do even worse in the 110hs final, when for Braitwaithe he will mention a bronze in the Commonwealth Games and not the gold in WCH.

In the presentation of women's hammer, they say that remote-controlled vans that bring back the tools cost £ 4,500 each. The race is beautiful, more balanced than expected, since the Polish favorite (do not make me write her name ...) does not find the right throw immediately: unfortunately she will find it during a semifinal of 400hs, so I will not see it. The throws at the start look all very long, even those that do not reach 70m.

Even more Jamaicans, celebrating at the rhythm of "Jammin" McLeod's victory in the 110hs. Then the British (who had long applauded Gunnell, interviewed in the grandstand) heat up for Muir in the 1500: they are disappointed, as she comes fourth. The other British comes sixth, so I wonder how long we have not got 2 in the top six in a track or field event: probably since 1995 (women's LJ, May and Uccheddu). At the exit I wanted to eat something in a kiosk, but I can not because the stewards oblige me to go to the other direction. The route to the underground is tortuous and with many stops, but in return it is easier to get in than yesterday.