Bribery and corruption is a fundamental requisite for Olympic team success, and has been for ever, America the great does it (cheated to get Salt-lake-city 2002, then robbed Alex Coomber of skeleton Gold, bastards! One small instance), Great-Britain’s impressive haul of cycling shrapnel has a chemical whiff that fair makes the eyes sting, etcetera.
But Dinosaur has it from Putin that their success is down to pure vodka, bear steaks and a good night’s sleep. Now I’m no fan of the decadent capitalist west, well I quite like Netflix, but to imagine that its eastern counterpoint is a utopia of flaxen haired chiselled cheeked purity is to wear blinkers so big I imagine he is permanently unable to leave his room. I remember the she-men that shambled out of the Iron curtain to dominate the women's throwing events of the seventies, and believe me, that was either steroids or pure bred cave trolls, oh! And haven’t Russia been banned from the world championships?