About Almountakhab Moroccan newspaper-Written by: Badr Al-Din Al-Idrisi
I just came out of a coverage saturated with humidity and conflicting emotions of the Olympic Games hosted by Paris, which is the first version of the post-Corona era games that made the Tokyo version three years ago look like a mummy. There in Paris, people took revenge on the caves of silence that they were brought into, their movement was restricted, so they flocked in record numbers to all the competitions, so that almost none of them were devoid of the standard of viewing.
It is not even debatable to say that the people of France love all sports, they enjoy watching what they know and what they do not know, but the power of attraction enjoyed by the Paris session confirms that sports are the most sublime expressions of man’s being and humanity.
And because they are universal games that are full of many values that sports usually export to a world that is now dissolving its human values, I came out of them differently than when I entered them, and the difference is in the doses of experience that experience cannot absorb no matter how vast the sea is.
Of course, this version of the Olympic Games that I attended in Paris and its surroundings is completely different from the London version that I attended twelve years ago, and the difference is in the degree of expansion of all the senses to capture all the details, in the difference in terrain and travel restrictions to the events that I witnessed with my own eyes or followed on television, and it was not possible for me to see all of them with the naked eye, and it was not possible for me to see all the games as they were spread out on the beaches like turquoise.
This pursuit with the sense and eye of a journalist for the Olympic Games is tiring and enjoyable, and these values are vast and rich, which cannot be combined in a global championship, as they are combined in the Olympic Games, and I am certain in saying, having just left the noisy environment of the Olympic Games, that the journalist who intends to attend to cover these Games must prepare and lie in wait for them as champions prepare to enter fierce and fierce races, because one of us may find when the Games end that he has covered more distances, ridden trains, and raced the Olympic clock in its crazy rotation, than he has done in a long period of his life.
I do not mean what one of us can edit of clippings and stories about a repeated display of inspiring human experiences, that is part of the marathon nature of the profession that we have chosen for ourselves, but the intention is the mental readiness that we must have, so that we do not count the trips in number while they are linked to each other, just as a train throws you into a train, and here passion meets the pleasure of monitoring and following, in order to complete the exclusivity of journalistic coverage of the Olympic Games. If the athletes prepare as required by the high levels that govern the Olympic Games, the journalists prepare physically and mentally to follow sporting events that crowd the agenda, and one of us cannot accept leaving the Olympics after having seen a small part of its beautiful planet.
These are the Olympic Games that if you follow them in the media while you are old, you leave them as if you were ten years younger..
A feeling that I hope reaches those concerned!!
