One day there will be microphones in sneakers, a diver's swimwear, a boxer's glove and in every locker room. You laugh but already there are microphones on the handrails of an Olympic diving board.

Fine, I say. The opera of sport is irresistible and all these sounds - tyre on asphalt, the loud lust of a boxing crowd - comprise the natural background score to the game. John Williams is not required here.