Remember Romain Grosjean’s F1 car engulfed in flames at the Bahrain Grand Prix? It seemed like the end. The cockpit was a fireball, the impact of the crash was recorded on more than 50 G-forces, and the car was torn in two. Other drivers asked over the radio to their teammates, “Is he okay?” “Are you all okay?” “Please.” On November 29, that year offered the sport the last flying kick from the solar plexus. After eternity, Zhang Gross emerged from Hell, climbed the barricade and reached out (he imagined it melted). It took 28 seconds. He was fine.
It was such a year for the sport and it took 8 months to process. We’re in 2021 and we know it’s okay now. In 2020, the value of modern sports in everyday life has evolved to a dimension that goes beyond capricious and distracting leisure. We have found why and how much sports are needed. It’s a transition from teens to seniors because it shapes our seasons, summers and winters. It deals with a room where champions, idiots, heroes, harassment, tears, and fears tremble in our heads. In less than a week, I had 36-9 and Rahane’s Test.
When the vivid competitive sports suddenly froze in March, a contextless vacuum appeared in the already off-axis world. Social media chats between superstars provided insight, but did not compensate for the absence of activity. In May, when the K-League, Korea’s best football tournament, resumed, it seemed that the GPS navigation suddenly turned on for the wandering souls. We picked a team and watched it on our mobile phone. We followed the play without any notice. We didn’t care if the stand was empty and there was no noise. What we have missed in our lives up to that time has been an immediate participation in action.
Live sports speak to a lot of people, not just those who are obsessed like me. Well, because of life and other things, tech friend Rajesh, who played cricket, returned to a game he once loved deeply. The world is still in motion, but in consolation, the claims of England and the West Indies went out to throw. Rajesh sat down to watch with his nine-year-old, and live cricket on TV today has become the epidemic glue between father and son.
We knew we needed sports, but the turbo speed that elite sports came back told us how much sports we needed. Pro Leagues of America and Europe returned the fastest, creating a complex bio bubble that kept the superstars silent. An instant TV overlaying an audio feed with a’fan wall’ and an appropriate ambient soundtrack takes half an hour to these cunning ear bugs and the empty stand becomes pointless. This was a moving “sports industrial park” with media rights and internal combustion engines for live matches.
Premier League broadcast deals for 2019-22 are worth £9.2b (domestic 5 billion, overseas 4.2b), Bundesliga is worth 47.5 billion euros for 4 years, and La Liga 26.5 billion euros for 3 years. The NBA’s nine-year contract is $24 billion, or $2.6ba per year. The mega-events that should come back in 2021 are today’s buckets of sweat for biosafety logistics to re-broadcast events.
The Tokyo Olympics postponed here will be the ultimate test. More people participate in the Olympics than any other cooperative activity on the planet. The accreditation for the 2016 Rio Games totaled 222,467 people, including personnel, athletes, officials, staff, media, volunteers, allies, hospitality and spectators employed before the Olympics. In light of the epidemic, this figure, with more than 75 million deaths in December and 1.6 million deaths worldwide, is overwhelming today and appears to be completely beyond normal.
Tokyo has called itself a recovery game after the 2011 natural disaster that led to the collapse of the Fukushima reactor. Perhaps the 2021 Olympics could be a global reinvention of sports priorities as a whole. Moving from macroism to proportion and perspective. Mega event without bankruptcy after glowing lights. The virus gave Olympic masters the best reason to scale down.
The year of this plague was also stolen from the sports area of folklore, heritage and wonder. In Balbir Singh Dosanjh, PK Banerjee and Chuni Goswami are the golden boys trio of the best golden age in the young country. Diego Maradona and Kobe Bryant, Liquid Symphony of Hands and Feet, Paolo Rossi, The Promise of Redemption. Cricket has left over a hundred seasons. Among them are Sir Everton Weeks, the last match of the Ws, Bapu Nadkarni, John Edrich, Rajinder Goel, Chetan Chauhan, Dean Jones and Vasant Raiji, the oldest first-class cricketer in the game when he died. Raiji was also a historian and writer who saw Indian claims from CK Nayudu to Virat Kohli.
When champions leave a handprint on our minds, they are reminded of the underlying temporal of everything.
With the return of the sport and the resumption of champion breakouts, we may have returned to our old habits. To cheer and ridicule, have fun and get trampled, cheer each other, and return to the invisible tribe. But an unforgettable year opened up a new wormhole. So that fans can take their breath and accept everything. To taste and turn over in mind what we have witnessed. Sports for pauses for reflexes. Generates a personal freeze frame for the memory wall. He bent his knees, raised his fists and pumped his fists with a roar of victory. Because 2020 has educated us. Not just sports, everything we value and everyone taught us can suddenly disappear. Fly. We were made not to exercise for a while and it wasn’t great. We came out of that wreck, it was bruised and a little burnt, but overall it’s okay. Shaky and hopefully humble. Here’s a better person.