All these dealings with the world’s fastest has me going to places I didn’t know I’d be going to until now. Well, until this morning, when I found out Usain Bolt – really the fastest man in the world – is bringing me to Zagreb tomorrow!
“Who’s Usain Bolt?” I was asked today. “I'm not really into horse racing. With a name like that he must be a flier!”
It’s my foreignest and glamourest assignment yet. All that expense, time and effort for a race that will last less than 10 seconds. It will be over by the time I finish typing this sentence.
Usain himself isn’t bringing me of course, but the head honchos at the AP decided that “the Muhammad Ali of athletics” is worth a correspondent in case he breaks another world record. He probably will. He was kicked out of the last 100 meters he was in for a false start, so he’ll be gunning to make amends tomorrow.
Christ, I don’t know what I’ll do if he does. Explode. It’ll be my job to let the world know as soon as he’s done it. I’ll need a reaction time quicker than his.
So I’m off in the morning. Flight’s booked, hotel booked, accreditation sorted. My contact in Zagreb, Darko, seems to be a wizard at arranging things. Despite the short notice, I’ve also been approved for Dinamo Zagreb vs. Real Madrid on Wednesday night! Then back to the Bundesliga on Thursday. A Bolt back to normality.