The polluted straw that resulted a racehorse to fail a drugs test might create a smile but events at the world athletics in London are no laughing matter
If there was a lighter side to a week in which doping predominated the athletics headlines, it came in the discovery of O-desmethyltramadol in a sample taken from a horse called Wotadoll. Sitting in judgment, the British Horseracing Authoritys disciplinary committee accepted the explanation that the metabolite of the opioid tramadol seen after the three-year-old bay filly finished unplaced at Wolverhampton could be sourced to the urine of a groom who pee-pee in the horses box after taking the drug for ache relief.
The Racing Post called it an embarrassing leak but peeing in a ponies straw is apparently a common practice among Britains incontinent stable lads when they are supposed to be mucking out. The horses trainer, Dean Ivory, was penalty 750. Later he announced his staff will be reminded of the proximity of the toilet block and, just to be on the safe side, encouraged to wear gloves.
There was also a four-legged animal involved in the proclamation of Alberto Contadors retirement: the creature from which, according to the multiple win of cyclings grand tours, a piece of meat had been taken and carried from Spain by a friend to provide him with a nourishing steak dinner during the 2010 Tour de France. Contadors explanation of the clenbuterol found by drug testers failed to avert a two-year suspension and an expunged third victory in the worlds biggest motorcycle race. Some supporters of his attacking style wanted to give the Spaniard the benefit of the doubt but his deviation will sever another link with the epoch of Operacin Puerto.
We ought to be beyond the stage of giggling at claims of cocaine traces picked up by a tennis player through kissing a girl in a Miami nightclub( Richard Gasquet in 2009, who was cleared of all charges by the court of arbitration for sport) or too much sex on his wifes birthday producing an unnaturally elevated level of testosterone in a sprinter( Dennis Mitchell in 1998 ). It was certainly easier to maintain a straight face while reading about the two-month suspension handed this week to Sara Errani, formerly the worlds No5 female tennis player. A test had uncovered traces of letrozole, a drug used to treat her mothers breast cancer and apparently picked up from a kitchen run surface.
But neither laughter nor compassion seemed an appropriate response to the soap opera of the mens 100 m final in the world championships last weekend, when the two-time drugs cheat Justin Gatlin helped deprive Usain Bolt of a golden farewell to the event in which the Jamaican is a triple Olympic champion. That is because there is no appropriate single response. Gatlins instance is an awkward one, uncovering the layers of moral complexity that can defeat the human exhort to make a clean separation between right and wrong.
Gatlins first offence, at persons under the age of 19, was for traces of amphetamine, said to have been given to him since childhood as part of a treatment for attention deficit hyperactivity disorder. Non-medical people might be surprised to find amphetamine used as a remedy for ADHD but that is apparently the reality of it and the authorities reinstated him halfway through a two-year suspension, while warns that any further offence would trigger a life prohibition. But by the time he was pinged for testosterone in 2006, while being coached by the notorious Trevor Graham, the rules had changed and he was given an eight-year prohibition which his lawyers succeeded in getting halved on appeal. So now we have Bolt retiring when clearly past his best at 30 and Gatlin who is currently coached by none other than Mitchell operating faster than anyone at 35.
An hour or so before Gatlin celebrated his victory by raising an admonitory thumb to his lips in response to the London crowds boos, Almaz Ayana had surged away from her competitors with a solo attack a mere 4km into the womens 10,000 m final. The Ethiopian work the next 3km at a speed that would have won all but one of the womens 3,000 m races run throughout the world this year. The last 3km were scarcely any slower. To anyone not taking that into consideration it was a beautiful sight like watching Michael Johnson in Atlanta in 1996, for instance. Such unanswerable predominance always takes the breath away until, as with Ayana, one is reminded of what it may mean.
Those who had read Martha Kelners investigation into drug testing in Ethiopian athletics or rather the inefficiency of it in these pages that very morning may have been rather less starry-eyed. They may even have wondered if this was a clear demo of the old axiom that, if something appears too good to be true, it almost certainly is. Ayana, of course, has previously proclaimed herself crystal clear when answering inevitable questions in post-race press conference. Only Jesus and training, she said, were responsible for her success.
And then there is Icarus, the documentary about the Russian governments involvement in doping made available on Netflix and given a limited cinema release in this of all weeks. Bryan Fogels two-hour film starts small, with an experiment to see if he can improve his own performance as a competitive amateur cyclist through following the full Lance Armstrong menu of performance-enhancing narcotics. But his encounter with Grigory Rodchenkov, who ran Russias anti-doping lab while simultaneously helping the countrys athletes to give it the swerve, leads him down another track, one that uncovers the biggest state-run PED programme since the Berlin Wall came down.
The film traces a line from Rodchenkov and his colleagues through Vitaly Mutko, then the countrys sports minister and now its deputy prime minister, all the way to Vladimir Putin, who has utilized athletic to help build his image as the incarnation of a newly virile Russia. The all-shootin, all-fishin, all-ridin Putin flashes his pecs at the world to emphasise that dominance whether of an Olympic podium or in the annexation of neighbouring territory is his nations natural and rightful characteristic.
The fact that Rodchenkov and his fellow whistle-blowers Yuliya and Vitaly Stepanov are in a US witness-protection programme exemplifies the scale and gravity of the problem for sport. We are not in Iffley Road now, watching a medical student and his chums achieve immortality. We are in the world of strong-arm geopolitics, where people can be made to fear for their lives.
As it turned out, all the EPO and testosterone in the world could not induce Fogel into a great bike racer. In fact they constructed him worse. In any other cinema that might have raised a chuckle but not in this film , not in this week , not in this world.
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