Saturday, March 18, 2006

I want to be a champion

Don't cry about today.
I'm not crying. I never cry.
Well you should. So I can tell you not to. Nadia, the tragedy isn't that you fell. It's that you were the best there and you didn't live up to it. You're not serious about gymnastics.
Yes I am.
No you're not. You're just playing.
No.
Did you ever see anyone as bad as you were today?
No.
Well then. Go back to the schoolyard if you just want to turn cartwheels and play.
No. I want to be a champion.
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Ooh...
Papa...
You think it is possible for a little girl to fly?
I'll never quit...
Nobody's here today...
It was good, wasn't it?
Don't let us down...
Nadia, concentrate. Forget everything but the exercise.
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Today, I'm sharing with the world, our (me and my sister's) inspiration as kids. As aspiring sportspersons, dreaming, training... to be world champions.
Before each and every of my cricket match, before each and every of her swimming competition, after our father had pepped us up, motivated us to the peak, we'd sit down and watch Nadia...
These two clips that you're about to see are enough to pump fire into any sportsman.
It was about the time, when Cricket and Swimming were the lifeline of the Wadhwaney family. Everything that happened inside our home was
solely dependant on our performances on the green circular field, and the rectangular pool full of blue water.
This is the clip of the Games in which Nadia Comaneci won the first ever Perfect 10 in the history of the Modern Olympic Games.
And this, one of her final performances in the Games in 1984, while she was injured and Romania needed 9.9 to win.
Nadia stood up and said: I'm competing.
No you can't...
How much do we need to win?
9.9.
Tell the judges I'm competing.
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Both of us somewhere... lost the fire that was burning within us.
Or maybe the fire was so strong that it burnt us out. I'm not sure.
Sorry papa.

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