In their bright-eyed, bushy-tailed beginnings, neither imagined it would come down to this. Next week two bruised (and soon to be buried) political figures look to a sporting event to seal for themselves and posterity some sort of remembered and lasting legacy. At the dazzling, world-watched opening ceremony of the 2012 Olympic Games, who will be the sagacious veteran statesman whose bald and shiny pate will be picked out by the television arc-lights in the VIP tribune to be clamorously acclaimed by his people for leading, back in the mists, the administration which inspired such a glittering prize for his...
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