A sort ofOn the weekend of the finals, about the boss. As an Olympic reporter, on the one hand, that is always the next deadline. On the other hand, in Tokyo, this is also a man you have to pass by day after day. He is everywhere: on the basketball court. Inside the table tennis hall. Of course in the media center. You can identify it by its trademark: wooden stick.
Many things are now controlled by Tokyo. You even have to take a sip of your bottle in front of the guard dog at the security gate—according to the Ministry of Defense’s certification on duty around their necks. Make them believe that water is really water.
Sip to get a smile. At least. Sometimes a bow is used. They smiled and bowed. There is only one person who does not do this: the person holding the stick. He wears a uniform—no different from other police uniforms—always a few meters behind the security gate. What if someone breaks through this area without swallowing the sample from the bottle? Therefore, one might call him a free man.or Manuel Neuer Olympic defense. Only there is no complaint arm, but there is a complaint stick.
In his position, a man usually leaned against a wooden stick with two hands. At first glance, it does not look more stable than an ordinary broom. All that is missing is a photo to prove it. At the entrance of the media center, you asked politely and anxiously: a photo, is it okay? He just shook his head. Of course not. It’s best not to risk being kicked out on the weekend of the final-accept defeat. But the Olympic files of the late colleague still exist.
