The Olympics were once something that allowed cynical humans to be idealistic and enjoy a sporting spectacle. But the cancer of doping has destroyed the Olympic magic.
The curse of sports doping was always there, lurking under the surface.
Every now and then an athlete was pulled up, publically outed and stripped of their titles and medals, often years after they stole someone elses hard-earned win.
But now the Russian state-sponsored doping scandal has fractured my Olympic bubble into a thousand pieces.
How can one be idealistic when a government, a secret service and multiple sporting organisations came together to collectively and corruptly rig the system against other athletes who worked so hard for so long?
It is heartbreaking to think of the genuinely clean athletes who did everything they could for years only to be pipped at the post by artificially-enhanced athletes.




