THEGAMESFROM A MEDIAPERSPECTIVEby Tony de LaunayA fortnight before the Games were due to start theomens were not good. Exiting the tractor the port kneelocked and the excruciating pain started. A week laterand that well known surgeon Arthur Oscopy wasprobing and nibbling to repair a “bucket handle tear”in the cartilage (my GP’s description), leaving me witha photograph of the offensive shred to boot. Thegalling thing is that the starboard knee was actuallythe one originally scheduled for a wash-out treatment.Be that as it may, three days later, stick and reportingnotepad in hand, it was off to the ranges and theinevitable moniker “Hopalong”, courtesy of oneDouglas Watts.My dual role, press hack and volunteer media liaisonofficer for the three Bisley shooting bodies, wassomething which seemed to cause a degree ofuncertainty in Manchester’s accreditationbureaucracy. However, it did not matter when youknow more about the geography and where yourfriends are – and when you are doing an impressivelame duck imitation. When the shooting got going inthe hands of the Bisley organising crew it wassmoothness personified.The media centre was in the Lord Roberts building, atthe top of the stairs in an air gun hall that could haveprinted the papers as well as providing shelter for thecorrespondents. The centre was run by Charlie andWes, with panache and everlasting good humour;nothing was too much trouble for them. Among theirsupport staff was Simon Dixon doing a marvellousmobile interviewer job, armed with recorder,constantly up-dating on-line quotes and non-quotesfrom winners and others for the M<strong>2002</strong> web site. Aswell as pay as you go phone points for laptop userswe got tea and coffee – and hot water to make it with.And thank you to Cadbury’s for the never endingsupply of chocolate chip and orange peel cookies.What was significant was that as well as the Telegraphand Times, many other papers took more than just apassing interest. Broadsheets and tabloids fed off theservice provided. Jonny Saunders of Radio 5 Live dida magnificent job with his roving reporting andgenuine enthusiasm – and, like the others, awillingness to listen and learn. A special word too forMike Sinclair of the Press <strong>Association</strong>. His constantstream of news, as well as sports results, onto thenewswire was the source of much of the well informedand positive comment in the papers. Theoverwhelming reaction of the reporters present wasentirely favourable to the sport, and they were asappreciative as any of Mick Gault’s triple gold successin the pistol events. So, on to some of the interestingmoments – in no particular order.My personal favourite had to be standing next to someof the correspondents up on the shotgun ranges, anddiscussing with them the chances of the youngestcompetitor in the women’s individual double trapevent, admittedly with a sense of wondering disbeliefas she smashed one after another of the pink disks.“Do you mind” said the lady next to me, “that is mydaughter you are talking about”. Jan Kerwood was amum in agony at that moment, not knowing whetherto watch or hide; I know she watched while proudfather Dan Kerwood stood there transfixed at thedrama unfolding before him.When the final clay burst like a pink powder puff Janwas gone, selling the security guards a succession oftwinkling dummies that had them grasping at thinair, reaching daughter Charlotte a split second beforeIan Coley, the England coach. Ian had all of five yardsto travel; Jan had covered thirty! Dan was left gulpingat the top of the hill. That result got top column inches.So what about our Mick Gault, a man with a missionthrust upon him. The expectations were almostgrossly unfair after his wondrous performance to bagfour golds in Kuala Lumpur. That he got another inthe air pistol pairs was down to grit, nerve, hisshooting partner Nick Baxter and a touch of lady luck(richly deserved and we all need some). Thestupendous final of the air pistol individual title, inwhich he went from fourth to first in the last four shotsfor victory by a fraction of a point, had to be seen andheard to be believed. That was a noisy, knowledgeablecrowd rooting for their champion - they certainly hadbeen given something to cheer for.The cameras were everywhere but not much footage made it ontoour screens. (Photo: David Pollard)58His third gold in the 50m pistol was as convincing adisplay as you could wish to see, garnering a newrecord by a whole three points, and the whole was
But it was a story for the Indian shooters, who wereall on major Government cash bonuses for any medalswon. Anjali Bhagwat took four golds with three newrecords in women’s smallbore and air rifle events, andJaspal Rana took four in the men’s pistol events.Talking to them with the help of Indian journalistKamesh Srinivasan you had to be impressed, perhapseven a little awed, by their absolute and unswervingconfidence in their ability to win the gold medals. Itwas almost as if they, and nobody else, had the rightto win. They proved it. India has emerged as theCommonwealth force that, along with Australia, is theone to beat.Mick Gault - three Golds and one Bronze.(Photo: John Knight)capped by a bronze in the standard pistol. The firstgold was the key to the next two, relief mixed with aninstant freeing up of the pressures. Tom Redhead hiscoach was one instrument in that success: Mrs Gaultand family was the other. Tom continually told Mickto leave the politics to him; thank you Mr Gault forpartly ignoring Tom and making the pungent truthknown to those who wanted to listen.Fullbore rifle, and the name was Calvert, a shootingmachine that would not take no for an answer. Heearned one gold with Martin Millar, and the other onhis own (with a new record score). He never lookedlike faltering, becoming the most bemedalled fullborerifleman in the history of the Games. Sorry DavidDodds of South Africa and Diane Collings of NewZealand in second and third, it was just not your story.David Calvert - Northern Ireland’s most successful Gamesmedallist. (Photo: Jim McAllister)The BBC came in for some stick, and quite rightly so.Let me hasten to say that the 70 strong outsidebroadcast crew on site, with their miles of cabling andtheir lorry loads of kit, worked their socks off. Theywere as dismayed as the UK shooting fans at thepaucity of the coverage on home TV. If you were inIndia you could get all you wanted, we learned, butnot at home. At 10.35pm on the night of Mick Gault’ssecond gold medal, after a shooting free newsprogramme on BBC 1, I telephoned the BBC to askwhy there had been no mention of the gold medal.The highly embarrassed lady said two things of note.First, she volunteered that there had been many othercomplaints received by the BBC about shootingcoverage. Second, she had been instructed to replythat “the BBC was concentrating on the major sports”.Ironic, really - domestic sprinters had just been leftwrithing on the lovely new track, and shooting hadthe third largest number of competitors. And the BBCbroadcast a radio programme one evening that weekdevoted almost entirely to those complaints, and thenlater, in response to criticism, said “What complaints?We had no complaints”. Do we detect a teensy weensyinconsistency? Was the coverage smothered, and ifso by whom? As they say, this one could run and run.Visitors we had in numbers, from the Earl andCountess of Wessex to the very sporting Mayor ofManchester – who hit some clays when entreated tohave a go. We had Richard Caborn MP (Minister forSport) and Kate Hoey MP (not the minister for sport).You can read Kate’s pithy pronouncements elsewherein this issue, but a big thank you to her for hercontinuing support and interest. The Earl of Wessexprovided a light moment for two ponderingcorrespondents as they were musing about life in theentrance hall of the Lord Roberts building. “What areyou two doing”, said a breezy Earl as he swept throughthe vestibule. “Just wondering where our next storywas coming from” came the reply. The Earl startedvisibly and shot upstairs.But it was Caborn who provided the real forensicmystery. He suddenly appeared on site on theMonday without announcement, did a whistle stoptour in the hands of Alan Robertson the M<strong>2002</strong> venue59