garas rašė:
Reikia neužmiršti, kada visa tai buvo parašyta, kokia propoganda buvo varoma, kadangi sovietuose nabuvo profesionalaus sporto, nes toks, tai tipo išnaudojimas ir vergovė, buvo mėgėjiškas "gera valia" paremtas sportas, tai ir varė... Nors varė abi pusės, šaltasis karas gi vyko
Sutinku su pastebėjimu tik iš dalies. Šiek tiek teko skaityti sovietmečiu gyvenusių autorių knygų apie sporto šakas, vakariečių sporto sportą, rungtynes ir pan. Kai kurie jie išvengdavo arba ji buvo minimali (dažniausiai įvade) marksizmo - leninizmo duoklės ar kitų elementų. Matyt, tai kiek priklausė nuo autoriaus. Aptariamos knygos autorius buvo vieno iš didžiausių sovietų leidinio redaktorius. Tokius postus užima ne bet kas. Pirma, greičiausiai jis buvo komunistas. Antra, galbūt priklausė KGB.
Na, bet tai nėra svarbu. Išties konformizmas ideologijai buvo masinis.
Kita vertus internete yra geresnių (aišku mano subjektyvia nuomone) Pavyzdžiui, neseniai teko skaitinėti:
Jesús Ilundáin-Agurruza, Michael W. Austin, Fritz Allhoff, Lennard Zinn, "Cycling - Philosophy for Everyone: A Philosophical Tour de Force"
Laurent Fignon, "We Were Young and Carefree" (parsisiūstos iš
http://library.nu/)
Ženiau pateikiu Laurent Fignon atsiminimų citatą. Ji parodo, kaip gali skirtis požiūriai sportininko ir sporto žurnalisto žiūrinčio per ideologines nuostatas.
"The world had to be experienced to the full. You had to be everything. And all at the same time. It wasn’t a philosophy, it was a way of life.
And when I got on my bike, the call of the wild infected me with blasts of emotion. I had the feeling that I could conquer anything, and I would, even though I didn’t know how or why; I would be dragged along merely by the yearning for it, like an explorer in new territory. Our minds were probably less restrained than those of our children. Living in virtual worlds has become their daily bread. As for us, the state of things meant that we were rooted in real life. And that is the magic of cycling: the simple forward motion from the power in your legs treats you to great bursts of freedom. Your legs and nothing more. That’s the little miracle that is the bike, where man and machine conjoin. It’s a unique invention. The fusion of a man with himself.
It was a blessed era, particularly if you were a cyclist learning the métier. At the end of the 1970s clubs were churning out hordes of young riders and there were too many races in France to count, for all categories. At the height of the cycling season, France was like one big bike race. As for entering races, it couldn’t have been simpler: there were still selections by départements and régions. All that is gone now and it’s just down to the clubs, which is a shame. Because the way it was organised at the time might not have been perfect but it put everyone on an equal footing, no matter what club you came from, and it made it easier to mix up the different generations. What that meant was that you were racing against different riders more often. We were all in the melting pot. There was greater diversity.
This was the little world in which I had to abide by the promise I’d made to my parents: ‘If I don’t do military service as expected, I go out to work.’ The Bataillon de Joinville, which caters for aspiring young sportsmen of all kinds, was asked to give me a place, and I was accepted, to my great surprise. Eighteen victories among the juniors and ten or so in my first senior year had clearly helped the recruitment panel make up their minds.
Iš tiesų gaila, kad internete t.y. skaiteniniame formate knygų apie dviračių sportą nėra tiek daug. Tikriausiai matėte knygų kataloge ir apžvalgėles šiame forume:
http://cyclingtorrents.nl/books.php
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