大象传媒

Beijing

If they ever do get around to trimming tennis from the Olympics, I would like to suggest a thoroughly amateur activity to take its place: competitive spectating.

The game is simple: you watch as much live, in-the-flesh sport as possible within an allotted time.

Like , there are shorter and longer versions of the game, but unlike cricket there is no time for lunch or tea. I believe the one-day format would work best at an Olympics.

It requires speed, planning and a change of shirt. I know this because I have tried it and I think I've set a new world record.

Between 10am and 11pm on Wednesday, I rode my mate's mountain bike (cheers Paul) to 19 different and saw world-class sport in 15 of them, world-class press conferences in three more and 20 Chinese volunteers pretend to be modern pentathletes in another.

I covered about 50km, drank 20 bottles of water, went through three maps and met the entire judging panel from the .

Perhaps the best way to tell that story, in fact, the whole story, is to start at the beginning. So I will.

Like all elite athletes I think breakfast is the most important meal, so I decided to skip the fare on offer in the media village and have a slap-up feed in a decent hotel downtown - they may now be reconsidering that all-you-can-eat deal.

Adequately fuelled and aboard my mode of transport, I set off from the Financial District and headed southwest for the . The thinking here was to start at my southernmost point and move around the city in a clockwise fashion.

Having meandered my way to Fengtai, I found myself at the top of the seventh inning with China pounding Venezuela 7-1.

I can't remember much about the game mainly because I was worrying about Paul's bike being destroyed in a controlled explosion.

Because while may be right about there being nine million bikes in Beijing, none of them are welcome at an Olympic venue. Not if you ask for permission first, that is. I would learn that as the day progressed.

From softball I rode north to Wukesong to taste two more slices of Americana, and .

Here my arrival was not particularly well received and my gestures to say, "Can I chain my bike to this please, officer?" were met by stern shakes of the head. Perhaps they didn't understand my gesture. Strange, I thought that one was universal.

In the end I left it behind some portaloos. I'm not proud.

I got into the baseball in time to see Canada's (honestly, look him up) pop up to right field and was looking at my map when one of his team-mates blasted a three-run homer minutes later. That made it Canada 3-0 China.

I then went to the basketball and watched Spain's Anna Montanana drain a jumper for two of her 20 points in the win over the Czech Republic.

From there it was northeast towards the Capital Gymnasium and a dose of clothed women's . To be honest, even regular volleyballers don't wear much and there was a lot of leg on display in this clash between Russia and Kazakhstan.

The Russians were winning but the highlight for me was seeing Kazakh volleyball's answer to Peter Crouch. I didn't catch her name but she was wearing number five and you'd know her if you saw her.

Four hours in and I was at the Institute of Technology to see some - the hundreds of people heading the opposite direction should have told me I was too late.

I went in anyway, though, and listened to two minutes of a Chinese press conference. As I left I heard a group of volunteers singing little ditties to each other through their megaphones. One of them might have been the girl who actually sang at the Opening Ceremony.

was next and the hardest thing here was getting in. You see the staff are only trained to deal with very specific tasks. A journalist coming in through the main entrance (and not arriving by media bus) causes the system to grind to a halt. The fact he was sweating profusely probably didn't help either.

This would become a recurring theme but competitive spectators have got to deal with these kinds of problems so I was able to overcome all this and catch eight different games of ping-pong at once.

Too much of a good thing? Yes, probably. I tried to concentrate on Ma Lin's tussle with Panagiotis Gionis of Greece and not the cute Spaniard playing on the other side of the room.

It was next. Not much to say here except I filled my pockets with Oreo cookies in the media lounge and saw a Colombian beat an Italian in the women's 70kg category.

Six hours in and it was time to wrestle. To be honest, it was all starting to blur a bit now and the only real difference I can remember between the judo and the is the costume. And it's a big difference.

I also got lost in the bowels of the venue (I'd come in the "wrong" entrance again) and ended up in a room with 20 muscular blokes in blue blazers. They were the judges.

I eventually saw beat Konstantin Schneider, apparently, and he would later win gold. Good lad.

I then pedalled hard past the Olympic Village and pushed on to my northernmost point, the Olympic Green Sports Cluster - , and .

This is where my ride started to become a event. Bikes really aren't allowed this close to the heart of the "" so I was forced to park and proceed by foot.

The next 30 minutes saw me show my face (very briefly) at the tennis (Nadal was winning), narrowly miss Alan Wills' last-dart victory in the archery (I saw a Korea-Qatar match-up instead) and try to gain entrance to the Great Britain changing room at the hockey (it was locked).

That was 11 venues and 10 sports in just over seven hours. I was knackered. But then I remembered after her silver-medal performance: "there's no secret, you just have to make it hurt".

So I headed south to the Water Cube for , wandered around the corridors under the pool for about 15 minutes and eventually sat down to watch Malta's Madeleine Scerri win a three-woman, 100m freestyle heat. Now that's what the Olympics are really about, Michael.

From there it was a short trip to the National Indoor Stadium and an even shorter stay. It was locked. But the venue was just across the road for me to bring up my dozen.

Fencing, by the way, is a great sport to watch. I wish I could have stayed for longer than three minutes. That was long enough, however, to see Yuki Ota of Japan win his semi-final and go absolutely bongo.

I probably should have stopped now. It was dark and I was tired, hungry and smelly. But I wanted more and I really, really wanted to see some .

So it was south again to the Olympic Sports Centre cluster for five minutes of Norway's demolition of Kazakhstan (I think I was bad luck for the Kazakhs all day) in the women's event.

I will definitely return if only to hear more from the American announcer who ticked off a Norwegian player for "roughhousing".

The next 30 minutes saw me just miss the last game of the day and follow my ears to the stadium, where Olympic volunteers were pretending to be show-jumping ponies and the stadium announcer was practising his medal ceremony script (he thinks Cuba is going to win).

What happened next was an Olympic event of its own - the 20-minute time-trial to the Workers' Stadium for the last 10 minutes of the Argentina v Serbia match.

And my lung-busting, salt-staining effort was rewarded when I flopped into a commentary position to see Diego Buonanotte curl a free-kick home from 25 yards out. Good night, indeed, Diego.

This was my 18th venue, 14th sport and 12th hour. It was time for the coup de grace. Step forward, you beauty, .

Now is not the time to relay all that happened in the Workers' Gymnasium at around 2200 local time but suffice it to say Team GB's captain hit the world number one from Russia harder than he had ever been hit before and he didn't like it.

Cue huge celebrations from Price and his loyal band of Scouse supporters. It was also great to see his team-mates James DeGale and Joe Murray jumping in the aisles too.

. Can any of you top 15 different sports in a day?

Until I hear otherwise I'm going to assume it's a world record. I reckon it will be safe for four years at least.