I loved the way Marco Tardelli and Mario Kempes tried to catch up with their own euphoric feelings when they made the goal in the Gencobahis world CUP finals in football.
I like as much as the big victories are taken after many years of toil and then lands in a sense that just oozes peace and genuine happiness that tells you everything about the internal state. It needed nothing more.
When Frida Hansdotter won her slalomguld in the OS she stood in the mixed zone with a tear that slowly traveled on the cheek. Then came a new, it went down just as slowly.
of how slow lyckotårarna could move on the cold cheek.
When André Myhrer won his slalomguld he stood with reporters around him. The official press conference was over and he was standing on the floor and right where he stood, they had built an invisible platform of compact and tranquil joy.
They had been able to tear down the ceiling and walls. His platform had been been shaken.
Frida and Andre had been at the top for so many years and now, when they reached the very top, it was like there was a big exhale on the other side of målsättningens line.
