Plucky Tryer v Sporting Snoberati

“The most important thing in the Olympic Games is not winning but taking part; the essential thing in life is not conquering but fighting well.” 
- Pierre de Coubertin (primarily responsible for the revival of the Olympic Games in 1894)

Our little island was divided in 1988. On the one hand we had the arrogant up-their-own-backsides skiing and sporting snoberati who determined that having a plucky tryer in the Calgary Winter Olympics was an affront to sport and a national embarrassment and then we had the rest of us who warmed to the Eddie Edwards story and willed him on.

Personally, I couldn't have been prouder to be British. Eddie fulfilled everything that was wholesome and good about sport and exhibited the virtues that we value of humility, sacrifice, determination and tenacity. That was in the good old days when apart from Torvill & Dean and Hot John Currie we rarely won anything at all worth mentioning and British competitors were measured by how well they competed, given the British Ski Federation trophy cabinet had been empty since 1936.

What joy then to pop down to Chichester and watch the movie, 'Eddie the Eagle.' For an enjoyable, feel-good 102 mins it is genuinely worth the modest effort. The film is, I admit, full of cliches and plays a little loose with the actuality but which strip of celluloid doesn't? Don't even think about waiting for it to appear on SKY; just go and see it, you won't regret it. After all, there's a little bit of Eddie in all of us.