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IF YOU make it there, you can make it anywhere, apparently. We don't know if the invisible Walkman that Paula Radcliffe carries with her on every run is currently blaring out the vainglorious balladry of Frank Sinatra, but the lyric of New York, New York seems about as credible an explanation for Radcliffe's latest career decision as any.
The cruel lurch in Radcliffe's status over the past couple of months could have been enough to break anyone. Cast your mind back to the summer and it would be difficult to conceive of any British athlete more popular and revered than the gawky long-distance runner, assured, it seemed, of Athens gold, the neatly logical reward for four years of global supremacy in the wake of disappointment in Sydney.See the full content of this document
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Tom Lappin's Sporting Week
As it turned out, Athens was a double disaster. Compounding the failure in the marathon came the subsequent repeat failure in the 10,000 metres. The failures were far from inexplicable, if ...
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