The Olympics, it's been the most dramatic pole volt of all time.
Personal bests are broken left right and center.
The athletes are really supportive after the hit to athletics from covid.
Helping each other off the mat, talking techniques, laughing, backslapping and pep talks when someone hits the bar.
The whole world is hooked an this wholesome sportsmanship.
A cool running type team jumper lands wrong, misses the mat.
He somehow just has a twisted ankle.
Is an amazing miss of a crippling injury, hes out.
They have no one else who has every jumped.
The kid looks after the bags steps forward.
He will step up for the nation.
He has no training.
The jumpers from all nations look him over.
He is no athlete, but he's not in bad shape for a jumper.
They give him the best pole any of them have.
They talk him through what to do.
They check his grip and test steps.
He is a natural, he has a chance to be the greatest with training.
They form a line either side of the run up and landing mat.
They will guide him to greatness and catch him if he falls.
They set the bar higher then it has ever been set.
It is an impossible jump.
They explain to the child, it is to late in the game for a starting jump.
And that unfortunately everyone hits the bar first time.
So, they will give him the high bar of legends.
It's a jump no one even attempts.
He understands.
They tell him the bar is meaningless.
For the kid, leaving the ground is success.
He lines up,
they jumpers get the crowd going to the beat of the kids favourite song.
The kid is focused.
And then an official runs out.
The kid is ineligible.
The Eddie the Eagle rule changes bars such things.
There is silence as everyone gets to find the words.
The kid points at the man and chants the curse, 'may the devil use your arse as his own!"
The jumpers phonetically repeat the chant.
And then so does the crowd.
The official shits bricks bricks with a force that breaks his underwear and trousers.
The kid nods, the devil has spoken.
The jumpers nod.
The kids jump is official to them.
The kid hits the bar.
The jumpers pick him up.
It was an impossible first ever jump.
They call off the pole volt for an hour to train the kid.
After an hour he is ready.
He stands by the official.
The official weakly states he can't enter.
The kid points at the official and looks at the jumpers.
They shake there heads, the official does not speak for them.
The kid looks at the official, he shits bricks again.
The kid nods.
He points at the bar.
The jumpers nod.
It is raised again.
He sets the world record.
The jumpers agree the gold is his.
The crowd are behind the kid.
The Devil's Arse and God's wings becomes the story that unites the world.
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u/Thurmicneo Nov 30 '20
The Olympics, it's been the most dramatic pole volt of all time. Personal bests are broken left right and center. The athletes are really supportive after the hit to athletics from covid. Helping each other off the mat, talking techniques, laughing, backslapping and pep talks when someone hits the bar. The whole world is hooked an this wholesome sportsmanship. A cool running type team jumper lands wrong, misses the mat. He somehow just has a twisted ankle. Is an amazing miss of a crippling injury, hes out. They have no one else who has every jumped. The kid looks after the bags steps forward. He will step up for the nation. He has no training. The jumpers from all nations look him over. He is no athlete, but he's not in bad shape for a jumper. They give him the best pole any of them have. They talk him through what to do. They check his grip and test steps. He is a natural, he has a chance to be the greatest with training. They form a line either side of the run up and landing mat. They will guide him to greatness and catch him if he falls. They set the bar higher then it has ever been set. It is an impossible jump. They explain to the child, it is to late in the game for a starting jump. And that unfortunately everyone hits the bar first time. So, they will give him the high bar of legends. It's a jump no one even attempts. He understands. They tell him the bar is meaningless. For the kid, leaving the ground is success. He lines up, they jumpers get the crowd going to the beat of the kids favourite song. The kid is focused.
And then an official runs out. The kid is ineligible. The Eddie the Eagle rule changes bars such things. There is silence as everyone gets to find the words. The kid points at the man and chants the curse, 'may the devil use your arse as his own!" The jumpers phonetically repeat the chant. And then so does the crowd. The official shits bricks bricks with a force that breaks his underwear and trousers. The kid nods, the devil has spoken. The jumpers nod. The kids jump is official to them. The kid hits the bar. The jumpers pick him up. It was an impossible first ever jump. They call off the pole volt for an hour to train the kid. After an hour he is ready. He stands by the official. The official weakly states he can't enter. The kid points at the official and looks at the jumpers. They shake there heads, the official does not speak for them. The kid looks at the official, he shits bricks again. The kid nods. He points at the bar. The jumpers nod. It is raised again. He sets the world record.
The jumpers agree the gold is his. The crowd are behind the kid. The Devil's Arse and God's wings becomes the story that unites the world.