Why wouldn’t you be afraid if there was an attack? Personally, if there’s bits of suicide bomber, tube train/bus/olympic burger stand, nails and the like flying about, I’m going to be fucking terrified.
But that’s if it happens.
I think the first person who stands up with his rucksack on and looks like he’s pining to meet 72 virgins might find that the Old Bill’s marksmen are better shots than the Olympic rifle team, and even then, you or I probably wouldn’t get to hear about the full details till long after the games.
Look at that twat who leapt out of the crowd shouting “Allahuh Akhbar” and tried to grab the torch the other day - almost totally glossed over on the TV news, and even the good old Daily Mail only put a footnote that someone thought he may have been shouting something about God.
(Thankfully, someone else posted an alternative video of the incident, closer to the action, where there is no doubt about it, he is giving it the “Allahuh Akhbar” chant nice and clearly. Spectators even say “Did you hear that? He was shouting Allahuh Akhbar”)
When even the Daily Mail are not taking the opportunity to goad the mob and talk of the 5th Column waiting to strike, you know that there must be major pressure from the-powers-that-be to minimise any chance of spooking the public.
We will only see now if Mr Plod and the Army are in any extra state of alert than they already would be if they start jumping the gun (so to speak) and capping any Brazilian electricians on their way to work. Again.