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...gold in a short-distance track event, when he ran an Olympic-record 12.91 seconds in the 110-m hurdles. Or, of course, the most high wattage of them all, American golden boy Michael Phelps, whose devotion to PlayStation didn't keep him from winning eight medals in the pool...
...Heidi's scrapbook. Stones thrown into a lake cut to the sound of snooker balls. Heidi watches her stern new lover throw water across his ute's icy windscreen and her heart melts. Rejected by Joe, she goes to an alpine club and watches revelers in an indoor pool tumble as if in sexual free fall...
...Zorba the Greek theme that played about 14,000 times during the Games. (El Guerrouj was more restrained on Saturday night, when he unexpectedly won gold in the 5,000 m.) Looking for villains? The crowd reserved its lustiest boos for the judges. There were questionable calls in the pool, on the gymnastics floor, in the boxing ring, on the baseball diamond - even in team dressage. Occasionally, the fans took matters into their own hands: after Russian gymnast Alexei Nemov was awarded a low score, his supporters unleashed a barrage of whistles and jeers, forcing the judges to revise...
...here to watch Alice in her 200-m individual medley semi-final. In this same stand a few hours ago, when Alice qualified from the heats, her mother was trembling so much she couldn't operate her mobile phone to call her husband on the other side of the pool. "I had to push the buttons for her," says an Australian spectator. She's here for the big race, the men's 200-m freestyle, but she and her compatriots have adopted Alice for the night. For such an important event, an Olympic final seems rather short on ceremony...
After an eternity lasting 104.71 seconds, Thorpe's hand touches just ahead of Hoogie's and the thousands of Australians sigh and slump exhausted into their seats. Two rows down, a portly woman is gasping for breath. "It's harder work up here than in the pool," she says. The air is cool now, but her husband is dabbing with his athina 2004 cap at streams of sweat. "My bloody oath," he replies. Strangers are toasting each other with plastic cups of Heineken, tough-looking businessmen with smiles so wide you glimpse the children they once were...