First of all, excuse my rather crappy English.
I have a question; How can you guys remain a huge fan of a sport where you by default always accuse the best of the best of being a doper as your stand is that its impossible to climb the stairs to the very top without cheating? I truly dont get it. Where is the joy in that? Why remain a fan of a dead, stinky sport?
Im from a small fishing town in Norway named Ålesund. One hour from here its an even smaller town called Ulsteinvik. The home town of Warholm. What makes me sad is this: I know Warholm, I know how he used to train when he was young in extreme cold, windy and rainy conditions and what talent he always has been. And most importantly I know his values.
One great human being in every aspect and far too many of those using this forum would never give him the recognition he deserves if he were to beat the world record as he would only be one more cheater. Its like a child whom never gets to feel love and just expects as an adult that the world is evil as default. Sad, really really sad.