#sebastian foss solevaag

[niemernuet]

Short untitled one-shot about Sander and Henrik that came to me after Henrik's memorable show in Sölden with the protesters and his subsequent excuse that he was just angry that they were ruining Sander's race. Bit different maybe, heed the warning.

rating: M pairing: none for main, Timon/Clément if you squint characters: Alexander Steen Olsen, Henrik Kristoffersen, Timon Haugan, Sebastian Foss Solevaag, Leif Kristian Haugan, Clément Noel, Atle Lie McGrath, Lucas Braathen, OC warnings: non-con, assault

“It’s not usually like this.”

Timon spoke quietly, as if he dared not be louder than the hushed voices filling the spacious hall with a soft murmur.

Sander picked at his face mask, and gave him a quizzical look.

“You know,” Timon said, and waved his hand through the air, “the…mood. Normally, World Cup races are great fun, it’s just with Atle and Lucas both injured…” He left the sentence unfinished, and instead ended it with a shrug.

Even though a paper mask was hiding most of his face, the grin on Sander’s face was clearly recognizable.

“Oh, I’m not bored at all. Not with Seb and…hey, Seb, who’s that writer again?”

Sebastian sat on the other side of the coffee table in a comfortable lounge chair. “Håkan Nesser,” he said, not unfriendly and yet without looking up from his book.

“Håkan Nesser,” Sander said to Timon before turning to Seb again. “And is it still good?”

Sebastian chuckled. “Oh, you have no idea! The detective just found out that the dead journalist had a wife who went missing on a hike a few years earlier. That totally came out of nowhere and changes everything!”

“No way!” Sander exclaimed, and looked at Timon. “That changes the whole story!” He watched earnestly as Timon snorted into his mask.

“Yeah,” Seb said, too immersed in his book to see much of his surroundings. “This man can produce nothing but bangers.”

“Evidently,” Sander answered, while Timon shoved a hand under his mask, and bit down on it. With another grin, Sander turned towards the large window front opening towards the main street, and while Timon kept fighting for composure he watched as the masses of people washed through the small village like endless waves. Right next to the entrance to the hotel, Leif was standing by a pot of dead box wood with the well-known dopey smile that indicated that he was face-timing his children. In little more than two hours there would be the opening ceremony where the best racers would get to draw their starting number and while neither Timon nor Sander had to participate, they did have to be present for a few interviews and photo shootings with sponsors beforehand. It was the second to last station of the world cup before the finals in Switzerland, which again, neither Timon nor Sander were invited to.

A sharp gust of cold air blew into their corner when the door from the reception hall of the hotel flew open, and another Norwegian athlete rushed inside.

“Are we having the interviews here?” Henrik barked at Timon, and glared across the room.

“They’re still prepping the last things,” Timon said, rolling his eyes at Sander. “Can’t be long now.”

“It fucking better,” Henrik snarled. “I don’t have all day.”

“It’s almost evening,” Sander muttered behind his mask, making Timon snort again. He caught himself quickly though.

“Hey, Henrik, have you already met Alexander? It’s his second time in the World Cup.”

Henrik paused for a few moments, his gaze resting on Sander at the same time irritated and utterly bored. Sander gave it back in strides, and when Henrik finally walked away, his middle finger shot up.

Timon chuckled. “He’s in a wonderful mood today.”

-----

The atmosphere in Kranjska Gora was unlike any other place in the entire World Cup. Sure, there would be another race, the big final where the crystal globes were handed out but as only the best of the best were invited there, the races in Slovenia were the end of the season for the big masses, and they treated it with the appropriate gravity.

The strict rules of the pandemic ended at the threshold to the bar, and neither Timon nor Sander, much like a substantial part of the other athletes, questioned the legality of the place. The bodies were packed tightly together, and the thumping bass seemed to move them in the rhythm of the strobing light. Timon pulled Sander through the crowd, and ordered the first round at the bar. Sebastian and Leif, of course, had opted for an early bedtime with Håkan Nesser and a videocall with the family respectively.

"Next time will be better," Timon yelled over the noise as he toasted with Sander. He nodded, still a bit annoyed with himself and the way he had lost control of his skis in the heavy snow. He took a big swig so he would not have to say anything. Slowly, they made their way through the crowd while Timon introduced Sander with every step they made. He knew all of them, some from races in the European Cup, and some from television. The Swiss delegation seemed to have arrived in its entirety; no wonder after their double victory today. Odermatt and the short one who had not been on the podium danced together, pretty much the only Swiss to do so, and Sander had to step out of their way when Timon pulled him past. They ended up close to a wall at the other end of the bar, near a group of French athletes. It only took Sander a short while to realise that Timon had stationed them there deliberately.

"I knew I'd find you in here," Clément yelled as he raised his glass towards them. Sander did not even know the bar carried wine. It certainly did not look the kind.

"We have reasons to drink today, so…" Timon answered, and pointed to his left. "That's Sander. He's new."

"I watched your race today," Clément said. "Well, I watched your split times in the app, at least. I thought it was glitching because it showed so much green. At least until…you know…" He grinned, and Sander was forced to answer with a thin smile.

"He'll beat you in no time," Timon threw in, and Clément laughed.

He eyed Timon over the rim of his glass as he took a sip of his red. "Have you thought about what I said?

Timon rolled his eyes but the fond smile betrayed him. "I told you I'm in…"

"…negotiations," Clément finished for him. "I know you are very in demand. But have you considered that you will find nobody better than Dynastar?"

Timon laughed, and Sander could barely hear his answer over the noise. Quietly he sipped his beer while the gap between him and the other two grew wider. Timon nodded when he offered to fetch the next round while Clément mustered him with that faint, slightly condescending smile that only the French could, conveying perfectly how glad he was to get rid of him. Without another look back, Sander squeezed through the crowd, jostled across the floor by the mass of bodies until he reached the counter on the other end. The two barkeepers could barely keep up with orders raining down on them from every direction, and Sander resigned to a long wait. He watched them hurry up and down the length of the bar, raising his hand whenever one came close, and it took him a while to realise the pair of eyes resting on him. The guy was not bad to look at, under the dim, strobing light anyway, a bit older than Sander, rugged but not unkempt, and with a curious gleam in his eyes.

He leant closer, and Sander's heart sped up when his breath landed on his ear. "First time?"

Sander pressed his lips together, and shook his head, hoping that the blush on his cheeks was not visible. "No," he lied. "I've been to bars before."

The other guy laughed. "I mean in Kranjska Gora."

Sander's cheeks felt like one of the red lightbulbs flickering above but the other guy simply patted him on the shoulder before he leant over the counter, and held out his hand.

"Here, on me," the guy smiled, and offered him one of the shot glasses.

"I'm supposed to fetch three beers for my friends," Sander said weakly, and looked after the barkeeper who was already halfway down the room again. His shoulder still throbbed from the short touch.

"Three?" the other asked. "That's one too many. Are you sure they want them?"

Sander still hesitated, his gaze dashing towards the back of the bar. As if on cue a gap opened in the bodies moving on the dance floor, revealing Timon and Clément deep in conversation, their heads almost touching. Sander snorted, and looked back to the guy. He grabbed the little glass, clinked it against the other, and threw it back. It burnt all the way down into his stomach, and it took a few seconds until he had full control over his face again.

"Not bad," the guy laughed. "Almost as fast as you are on skis." He drank his shot without blinking, and turned back to the bar. It was as if he had a telepathic connection to the barkeepers the way he could get their attention with ease.

"I really shouldn’t…" Sander began. The guy turned around, and his friendly yet sharp gaze made Sander's stomach flutter as hard as the shot before. He slid closer, until their thighs were touching, and his hand was resting on Sander's hip. Jolts of electricity surged through Sander's body.

He realised that they were the same height. "Sorry," the guy smiled, "couldn't hear you over the music. You were saying?"

Sander swallowed hard. "I've got another race tomorrow."

"So you already want to leave me?"

"No, I just…"

"Great!" the guy laughed, turned back to the bar, and before Sander knew, he had another tiny glass in his hand.

"I watched your race today. You'll do just fine." He eyed Sander expectantly until he drank his shot.

"I'm not so sure," Sander coughed through the burning sensation in his throat. "But if it helps me reach the finish line."

The guy laughed, and swapped the empty glass in Sander's hand with a full one. "If you can trust the locals then this will help against every bad thing you can only imagine."

Sander laughed. The shots had crept up into his head almost immediately, and he could feel their effect in the blurred edges of his view.

"Which team are you with?"

The guy winked at him, clinked his glass against Sander's and emptied it. His hand was scorching on Sander's hip, and he could feel every finger through his jeans.

"Don't think I could be a racer, okay…" the guy said with raised eyebrows, and waited for Sander to empty his shot again.

"No, it's not that!" Sander laughed. "Because if you were I'd know you."

The guy kept smiling at him, the silence between them lasting longer and longer.

"Swiss?" Sander guessed, and the guy burst out laughing. "French? Italian?"

He received another glass.

"Austrian?"

"Now you're just insulting!"

"No!" Sander yelled, and laughed again. The guy observed him with an amused grin as he fumbled with the shot glass. He did not know how much time passed, or how little, except that he kept laughing and guessing both his name and nationality while drinking until suddenly the world threatened to turn upside down.

"Maybe we should get some fresh air?" the other said, and guided Sander through the crowd. The air outside was crisp, and white frost already laying on the black pavement. Sander took a few deep breaths as they ambled along, and it took him a few houses to realise that…

"My hotel's in the other direction."

"Nah, it'll be shorter around here," the guy said, and waved to the left. "Trust me, I know this place." He grinned at Sander. "Not like there's a lot to know."

They passed another hotel, swankier than the one of the Norwegian team, and finally turned left into an alley. The shine of the street lamps ended shortly behind the sidewalk, and while the next one was visible in the distance where the alley crossed into another street again, there was a sizable patch of darkness between them. Sander's feet felt clumsy and unwieldy on the cracked pavement as he stumbled along, leaning into the touch of the other guy to his right for support. His hand was still resting around Sander's hips, and he only had to budge a little to push him against the wall of the building.

"You can really pack those shots away", he smiled. Out in the cold, clean air, his breath sent no more tingles down Sander's spine. He tried to turn away from the wave of sour alcohol breath but was too late. His kiss was heavy, his tongue a shapeless lump in Sander's mouth.

"I should go back," he gasped when the other retreated, hating how breathless and small his voice sounded in the dark. All of the excitement of his buzz had vanished, and only the alcohol remained like lead in his limbs.

"What? Now? When it's just getting good?" the guy mumbled against Sander's skin as his mouth wandered down his neck. His stubble scratched like sandpaper.

"No! Let g…" The hand clamped over Sander's mouth like a vice, pressing the back of his head hard against the rough surface of the wall.

"No?" the guy snarled, grabbed Sander's hand, and slammed it hard against the wall. A wave of pain and fear broke over Sander at the realisation how little he could do against the strength of this stranger.

"No? After all this you want to pull out?"

"Hey!"

The cone of a cellphone's flashlight landed on them, and the guy startled. It was enough for Sander to push him away, and stumble two steps out of his reach. He coughed, sucking the cold air deep into his lungs.

"Get the fuck away from him!"

The cone of light became bigger and blinded Sander.

"This doesn't concern you," the stranger from the bar growled. "Move on!"

"The fuck it does!" the other man barked, and Sander's stomach seemed to fall out under his feet as he realised who it was. Before the other guy could react, Henrik shoved him hard.

"I said: Get the fuck away from him! Do you even know how old he is?"

The other guy laughed roughly, and with rising dread Sander watched as he squared up against Henrik. "He's of age, don't worry."

"Congratulations, that elevates you from disgusting creep to just creep," Henrik snapped, and shoved him again. "Now get lost."

The light from the phone wobbled as Henrik got shoved in return. "You don't want to try me," the man snarled.

Sander took a step forward, trying to move in before the other could lunge at Henrik but Henrik was faster. The punch was swift and came without any warning, the crunching noise under the slap of skin meeting skin so disgusting that Sander felt like throwing up instantly. The other guy stumbled, his knees buckling under his weight. No sound came from him except a loud gasp as he staggered against the wall.

Henrik on the other hand was much louder. "Fuck!" he yelled, and furiously shook his hand. "Fucking hell, that hurts like shit!" Still swearing he raised the phone in his other hand, and shone the light into the face of the stranger. Blood was gushing from his nose, and the look in his eyes was pure bewilderment.

"You don't want to try me!" Henrik spat, grabbed Sander's hand, and pulled him towards the street.

He did not dare to pull out of his grasp as they walked under the street lamps of the main street, approaching the centre of the town with all the hotels and bars. Henrik eventually stopped on his own, let go of Sander, and for a while he clenched and unclenched his bruised hand while his gaze darted up and down the road. Eventually, he took a deep breath, looked up towards the lamp, and stared at his phone for a moment before he switched off the flashlight. Only then did he remember who was standing next to him.

"You fucking idiot!" he said to Sander with cold anger in his voice, and the same irritation in his eyes as yesterday. "You lot really does get dumber with every year."

Sander pressed his lips together. Somewhere in the back of his head, buried under the alcohol and the adrenaline and the feeling of utter humiliation, was a small, sensible voice that tried to explain all the ways he was in the wrong, and supposed to thank Henrik, and go to bed without further discussion.

"I had it under control," he grumbled, and walked away.

"As if!" Henrik laughed joylessly, and grabbed him by the shoulder. "What would have happened had I not gone for a short jogging round before bed? What would have happened had I not recognised the patch on your jacket from the stairs to the hotel?" He slapped his palm against the logo of Ski Norge, and Sander impatiently rolled his shoulder back.

"I had it under control!" he yelled in Henrik's face, his cheeks burning, and tears stinging in the corners of his eyes.

Henrik blinked in amazement. Then, he took a step forward, and sniffed the air around Sander.

"You fucking idiot pound back Slivovitz twelve hours before a race?" He grabbed his arm again, and shook him hard. "I'm serious, is there something wrong with you? Do you start in the special category when you're not crashing out in the World Cup?"

"Leave me alone!" Sander yelled, hating how close his voice sounded to tears. He turned around again, and this time Henrik did not stop him when he dashed away but followed closely on his foot. For a while he did not say anything, until:

"Here! Take these!"

Sander looked down at the open palm of Henrik.

"If any coach is still up and smells you like this, you will walk back to Oslo and never start in another FIS race in your life."

Sander frowned. Reluctantly, he grabbed the two mints from Henrik, and shoved them between his teeth.

"Walk upright," Henrik continued, as if Sander had not been doing it the entire time. "Don't talk to anyone, and brush your teeth once you're in your…"

"Hey, Sander!"

They stopped, and turned around.

Timon wheezed when he came to a stop beside them. "Sorry, we didn't know where you were. We thought you'd left with that other guy…" Timon kept panting while Clément also caught up to them.

"Not that I'm not happy for you but I was kinda looking forward to that beer," he said, much less out of breath than Timon.

"Sorry," Sander muttered, painfully aware of his breath coming out of his mouth in white clouds. "I just needed fresh air."

Clément shrugged. "Eh, I'm just joking. I hate beer, and the wine here is virtually undrinkable." With a smile, he turned to Henrik. "Hi."

Henrik looked at him and Timon with a surly look. Without another word, he turned on his heel, and jogged away.

"Okay…," Clément muttered, and rolled his eyes. "He definitely is in a mood, huh?"

"Oh god, I'm so sorry," Timon groaned, and linked arms with Sander. "Please don't tell Atle or Lucas about this part of the evening."

"What? Why?" Sander asked, turning his head hastily towards the ground. Slowly they walked along the rows of hotels and restaurants. Their hotel was coming closer now, the neon lights shining only a few metres away.

"Atle was sure he'd try to corner you somehow. He said I would have to protect you. I didn't believe him but he was right. I hope he didn't impart his wisdom on you for too long."

"Next time pretend to get a call," Clément threw in.

Sander stared at his feet moving one step after the other on the frozen street. He shrugged.

"It wasn't that bad," he said.

Epilogue:

Even though the place was a massive block of glass and air, Norway’s skiing team brought the capacity of the lobby at its limit. Everyone dutifully wore the new polo with next season’s design, as instructed by the marketing team. Soon they would disperse to the various studios for the photo shootings but for the time being they were forced to wait. Most of them were clustered around the big couch that was fully occupied by Kristin and Lucas and their outstretched legs with the clunky splints around the knees. Sander kept fidgeting with the collar of his shirt even as he approached the corner at the far end of the lobby, the only place that allowed a glimpse around the neighbouring building and the harbour behind it. Henrik did not stop scrolling through his phone while Sander fought with himself, and only looked up when he cleared his throat.

“I…” Sander began before his voice gave out. He had often thought about this moment. Not about the one back in spring, that one was locked deep away in his heart, but he had something to make up for after all. And so, here he was. “I wanted to thank you.”

Henrik raised his eyebrows over his high forehead that his wispy bangs could not hide.

“For…Slovenia,” Sander added, his voice barely faltering, his mind not going back to that night and the feeling of sharp pain in his hand, the helplessness...

Henrik mustered him for a moment, a slight frown on his face. Then, he nodded, and went right back to his phone.

Sander took a deep breath, the another. He hesitated. “So…you and Hirscher?”

Henrik chuckled. “No,” he said.

“I mean…”

“It’s me and Van Deer,” Henrik interrupted him. “Difference.”

“Sure.”

An exasperated groan escaped Henrik’s lips as he looked up from his phone again. “Did McGrath send you? That little gossipy bitch! Why doesn’t he pester Haugan?”

“He didn’t,” Sander hurried to say. “I was just trying to make conversation.”

Henrik paused. “Oh.”

They wallowed in uncomfortable silence for a few seconds.

“You know, if you’re interested…” Henrik eventually began, and trailed off with a shrug.

Sander shook his head. “Thanks, but I’m good. For now.”

“Okay. Your loss.”

Sander pressed his lips to a thin smile. He looked over his shoulder, then back to Henrik. “Okay. See you around.”

“See you,” Henrik muttered to his phone.

Lucas, Atle and Timon were not even pretending not to have watched Sander’s exchange with Henrik with unashamed curiosity. He did not say anything when he joined them by the couch.

Lucas began first. He turned around as far as his stretched leg allowed. “Timon, could you please come here and bend down so I can hit you?”

Timon snorted, and took a step back from the couch. One second later, he doubled over with a hiss, and clutched his upper arm where Atle had boxed him.

“That’s for leaving Sander with Henrik in Kranjska Gora,” Lucas said.

“I told you I’m sorry. It was just five minutes.”

“A lot can happen in five minutes,” Atle said, his voice dripping with reproach. He turned to Sander. “We should have never left you alone. It’ll be better next season, I promise.”

Sander laughed. It came easy, now that he had done his duty. Now that he never had to think back to that night again. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Henrik and I are cool.” He crossed his arms in front of his chest, and grinned at them.  Atle blinked at him with wide eyes for a moment, before:

“Ow fuck!,” Timon yowled.

[heiavikings]

I wonder if we’re gonna go back to january chaos in gapa or will we get some stability for the four remaining slaloms this season and everything will go back to how it seemed at the beginning of the season that is: clement vs sebastian

it was clement who cursed this season with his terrible madonna di campiglio last gate dnf and after that everything went completely bonkers, so maybe he somehow uncursed it with his olympic gold xD

[forza-lara]

Flachau // Men’s Slalom // 17.01.2021

Well deserved win for Sebastian Foss Solevåg

[game-set-canet]

YES!! YES YES YES!! Sebastian did it!! He did it!! ♥

[stadiumgods]

sebastian foss-solevåg

[olympicsdaily]

alpine skiing team event medalists celebrate on the podium during medal ceremony

[mostlysh1tposting]

@clement and seb WHY ARE YOU MAKING US SUFFER

[delphiis]

That was sexy Sebastian

[maceikblog]

Co się dzisiaj działo? #47 16.2.2022

Turniej ITF w Canberze: Weronika Falkowska-Tina Nadine Smith 3:6 0:6

Weronika Falkowska/Olivia Gadecki-Marne Dercksen/Angelina Graovac 6:0 6:1

NHL: Penguins-Flyers 5:4 po dogrywce

CONCACAF Liga Mistrzów: Santos DG-New York City 0:2

Santos Laguna-Club de Foot Montreal 1:0

Turniej ITF w Antalyi: Daniel Michalski-Giorgio Tabacco 6:2 6:2

Daniel Michalski/Oleksii Krutykh-Cheong Eui Kim/Wishaya Trongcharoenchaikul 3:6 6:3 10-8

Turniej WTA w Dubaju: Iga Świątek-Jelena Ostapenko 6:4 1:6 6:7(4)

Vuelta a Andalucia Ruta Ciclista Del Sol, 1 etap: 121. Cesare Benedetti

Challenger w Forli: Piotr Matuszewski/Lorenzo Giustino-Antonio Sancic/Igor Zelenay 3:6 5:7

Turniej ITF w Glasgow: Weronika Baszak-Olga Helmi 6:4 6:7(7) 6:3

Turniej ATP w Marsylii: Kamil Majchrzak-Benjamin Bonzi 6:7(1) 4:6

Krykiet, mecz Twenty20: Indie (162/4, Rohit Sharma 40, Ravi Bishnoi 2/17) pokonały Indie Zachodnie (157/7, Nicholas Pooran 61, Roston Chase 2/14) 6 wicketami

Energia Basket Liga Kobiet: VBW Arka Gdynia-Zagłębie Sosnowiec 86-71

Energa Basket Liga: HydroTruck Radom-Trefl Sopot 69:76

CEV Liga Mistrzów: Jastrzębski Węgiel-VFB Friedrichshafen 3:1

Lube Civitanova-ZAKSA Kędzierzyn Koźle 2:3

Noliko Masseik-Projekt Warszawa 1:3

ETTU Liga Mistrzyń: Linz AG-Enea Tarnobrzeg 1:3 (awans tarnobrzeżanek do finału)

EHF Liga Mistrzów: Flensburg Handewitt-Vive Kielce 25:33

UEFA Liga Mistrzów: Inter Mediolan-Liverpool 0:2

RB Salzburg-Bayern Monachium 1:1

Campionato Sammarinese:

Fiorentino-Juvenes Dogana 5:0

La Fiorita-Virtus 0:2

Murata-Cosmos 3:0

Tre Fiori-Domagnano 1:1

Tre Penne-Libertas 1:1

Premier League Pool,dzień 3:

Mieszko Fortuński-David Alcaide 5:3

Mieszko Fortuński-Eklent Kaçi 5:4

Mieszko Fortuński-Shane van Boening 5:4

Igrzyska Olimpijskie w Pekinie, Dzień 11

Slalom mężczyn

1. Clement Noel (FRA)

2. Johannes Strolz (AUT)

3. Sebastian Foss Solevaag (NOR)

43. Matteo Gatti

Michał Jasiczek i Paweł Pyjas nie ukończyli rywalizacji

Biathlon, sztafeta kobiet:

1. Szwecja (Linn Persson, Mona Brorsson, Hanna Oeberg, Elvira Oeberg)

2. Rosja (Irina Kazakevich, Kristina Reztsova, Svetlana Mironova, Uliana Nigmatullina)

3. Niemcy (Vanessa Voigt, Vanessa Hinz, Franziska Preuss, Denise Herrmann)

14. Polska (Monika Hojnisz-Staręga, Anna Mąka, Kamila Żuk, Kinga Zbylut)

Narciarstwo klasyczne, sprinty drużynowe, kobiety

1. Victoria Karl/Katharina Hennig (GER)

2. Maja Dahlqvist/Jonna Sundling (SWE)

3. Julia Stupak/Natalia Neprjajewa (RUS)

9. Izabela Marcisz/Monika Skinder

mężczyzni

1. Erik Valnes/Johannes Klaebo (NOR)

2. Ilvo Niskanen/Joni Maki (FIN)

3. Alexander Bolshunov/Alexander Terentev (RUS)

12. Maciej Staręga/Kamil Bury

Short track, 1500m kobiet:

1. Minjeong Choi (KOR)

2. Arianna Fontana (ITA)

3. Suzanne Schulting (NL)

Kamila Stormowska i Natalia Maliszewska odpadły w ćwierćfinale

Curling, turniej kobiet:

Kanada-USA 7:6

Szwajcaria-Korea Południowa 8:4

Chiny-Wielka Brytania 8:4

Korea Południowa-Dania

Japonia-USA 10:7

Rosja-Szwecja 5:8

Kanada-Chiny 9:11

turniej mężczyzn:

Chiny-Szwajcaria 6:5

Wielka Brytania-Rosja 8:6

Włochy-Dania 10:3

Hokej na lodzie:

Ćwierćfinały mężczyzn:

USA-Słowacja 2:3 po karnych

Rosja-Dania 3:1

Finlandia-Szwajcaria 5:1

Szwecja-Kanada 2:0

Mecz o brązowy medal kobiet: Finlandia-Szwajcaria 4:0

Pozostałe konkurencje medalowe:

Slopestyle mężczyzn:

1. Alexander Hall (USA)

2. Nicholas Goepper (USA)

3. Jesper Tjader (SWE)

Skoki akrobatyczne mężczyzn:

1. Qi Guangpu (CHN)

2. Oleksandr Abramienko (UKR)

3. Ilja Burow (RUS)

Short track, sztafeta męska:

1. Kanada (Charles Hamelin, Maxime Laoun, Steven Dubois, Jordan Pierre-Gilles, Pascal Dion)

2. Korea Południowa (Juneseo Lee, Dongwook Kim, Daeheon Hwang, Yoongy Kwak, Janghyuk Park)

3. Włochy (Pietro Sighel, Luca Spechenhauser, Yuri Confortola, Tommaso Dotti, Andrea Cassinelli)

[dermontag]

Deutschland vom Pech verfolgt Linus Straßer verpasst Medaille "relativ knapp" 16.02.2022, 10:16 Uhr Linus Straßer kämpft bei den Olympischen Spiele um eine Medaille. Doch nach einem starken ersten Lauf leistet er sich im Final-Durchgang ein paar kleine Fehler zu viel und verpasst das Stockerl knapp. Gold holt Clement Noel - dank einer Zauberfahrt. Skirennfahrer Linus Straßer hat bei den Olympischen Winterspielen in China eine Medaille im Slalom verpasst. Der 29-Jährige hatte in Yanqing 0,93 Sekunden Rückstand auf Olympiasieger Clement Noel aus Frankreich und wurde "nur" Siebter. Nach dem ersten Lauf hatte Straßer auf Rang fünf gelegen. Silber ging an den Österreicher Johannes Strolz, der in der Kombination Gold geholt hatte. Bronze gewann Sebastian Foss-Solevaag. Auf den Norweger hatte Straßer 0,23 Sekunden Rückstand. Alexander Schmid aus Fischen im Allgäu wurde 19., Julian Rauchfuß schied nach einem Fahrfehler im ersten Durchgang aus. "Ich kann mir eigentlich nichts vorwerfen, ich habe es wirklich probiert und Gas gegeben", sagte Straßer der ARD. Damit bleiben die Alpinen des Deutschen Skiverbandes bei diesen Spielen weiter ohne Edelmetall. Bei den Frauen waren Lena Dürr im Slalom und Kira Weidle in der Abfahrt als jeweils Vierte knapp gescheitert. "Die Alpinen sind bis jetzt nicht vom Glück verfolgt", sagte ARD-Experte Felix Neureuther. Mehr zum Thema Beflügelt von seinem Sieg im letzten Slalom-Weltcup vor den Spielen Ende Januar in Schladming war Straßer mit großem Selbstvertrauen nach China gereist. Zuvor hatte der Sportler vom TSV 1860 München aber eine äußerst wechselhafte Saison erlebt. In drei von insgesamt sechs Torläufen blieb er ohne Punkte, in Adelboden wurde er Anfang Januar Dritter. Da in bislang jedem Slalom dieses Winters ein anderer Sieger oben auf dem Podium stand, war die Liste der Medaillenkandidaten für den Saisonhöhepunkt in Yanqing lang. Straßer schlängelte sich dann auch zun��chst gekonnt und entschlossen durch die Stangen auf dem Hang des Xiaohaituo Mountain. "Es war eine sehr gute Fahrt", sagte der Deutsche nach dem ersten Durchgang, in dem er "gefühlt gar nicht so am Limit gefahren" sei. Erst im zweiten Lauf wollte er "das Gasrädchen noch ein bisschen mehr aufdrehen." Doch dann unterliefen ihm ein paar Wackler, die ihn Zeit und die erhoffte Medaille kosteten. "Es war ein bisschen zu unruhig und dann hier und da paar kleine Fehler, am Schluss ist es relativ knapp", sagte Straßer. "Es ist ein bisschen schade, aber trotzdem gehe ich hier erhobenen Hauptes vom Platz. Es hat nicht sollen sein."

[heiavikings]

seb saying after the race that he’s sorry for clement because he was the fastest of them all today. ahhh that was very sweet of him

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Flachau // Men’s Slalom // 17.01.2021

1. Sebastian Foss Solevåg 2. Marco Schwarz 3. Alexis Pintrurault

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I love that glow from Sebastian, that you can almost see his happy grin through the mask, that you can still see from his eyelashes that he has shed tears of joy - that's what a winner looks like who has fought hard and long for his victory....

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The Alpines of the German Ski Association remain without precious metal

The Alpines of the German Ski Association remain without precious metal

Ski racer Linus Straßer missed a medal in the slalom at the Olympic Winter Games in China. The 29-year-old was 0.93 seconds behind Olympic champion Clement Noel of France in Yanqing on Wednesday and finished seventh. After the first run, Straßer was in fifth place. Silver went to Austria’s Johannes Strolz, who won gold in the combination. Sebastian Foss-Solevaag won bronze. Straßer was 0.23…

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Foss-Solevaag Leads 3 Austrians In Slalom After 1st Run

Foss-Solevaag Leads 3 Austrians In Slalom After 1st Run

FLACHAU, Austria: Norwegian skier Sebastian Foss-Solevaag clocked the fastest time in the opening run of a mens World Cup slalom Sunday, leading a trio of Austrians. Chasing his first career win, Foss-Solevaag finished 0.27 seconds ahead of Fabio Gstrein. Third-place Manuel Feller, who earned his maiden win in Saturdays slalom to regain top spot in the discipline standings, and Marco Schwarz in…

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Sports Digest: Congress approves bill to crack down on racehorse doping

HORSE RACING

A invoice to ban race-day doping of horses and set nationwide remedy and track-safety requirements for the horse-racing business is nearing the end line. Lawmakers gave closing approval to the invoice late Monday as a part of the large laws on spending and pandemic aid.

President Donald Trump is anticipated to signal the invoice within the subsequent few days.

Passage of the Horseracing Integrity and Security Act comes after a sequence of doping scandals and a rash of horse fatalities in recent times. Greater than two dozen individuals had been charged final March in what authorities described as a widespread worldwide scheme to drug horses to make them run quicker.

The Home permitted the invoice by voice vote in September, sending it to the Senate, the place Majority Chief Mitch McConnell co-sponsored comparable laws. The measure was finally folded into the bigger spending bundle.

McConnell’s house state of Kentucky boasts a few of the nation’s high breeding farms and Churchill Downs, website of the Kentucky Derby, the primary leg of the fabled Triple Crown.

“Kentucky’s cherished horseracing traditions need to be protected. I’m proud the Senate agreed to my laws to protect our signature racing business and the 24,000 staff who assist it,” he mentioned in an announcement.

The brand new regulation ought to “higher defend each competitor and provides every of them a good shot on the winner’s circle,” McConnell mentioned.

SOCCER

REYNA HONORED: Gio Reyna was voted the U.S. Soccer Federation’s Younger Male Participant of the 12 months on Tuesday after a breakthrough season that included debuts with Borussia Dortmund and the American nationwide group.

The midfielder made his nationwide group debut in an exhibition at Wales on Nov. 12, the day earlier than his 18th birthday, and 4 days later towards Panama turned the third-youngest scorer in U.S. nationwide group historical past.

A son of former U.S. captain Claudio Reyna and former U.S. midfielder Danielle Egan, Gio Reyna made his Bundesliga debut on Jan. 18 at Augsburg and has 5 objectives and 7 assists in 39 matches.

Voters included nationwide group coaches and gamers, the united states board of administrators and athletes council, Main League Soccer and United Soccer Leagues head coaches, choose media and formers gamers and directors. Latest winners embrace Sergiño Dest (2019), Alex Mendez (2018), Josh Sargent (2017), Christian Pulisic (2016), Matt Miazga (2015) and DeAndre Yedlin (2014).

BASKETBALL

WNBA: The Los Angeles Sparks prolonged Coach Derek Fisher’s contract and appointed him the group’s normal supervisor on Tuesday.

Fisher has guided the Sparks to a 37-19 report in his two years with the group and Los Angeles has reached the postseason each years. 5 of the 12 groups within the league have a coach additionally serving because the franchise’s normal supervisor. Fisher joked that he separated himself from the negotiation for the contract extension as coach because it was dealt with by the group’s chief govt officer.

SKIING

MEN���S WORLD CUP: Sebastian Foss-Solevaag took an enormous lead within the opening run of a males’s World Cup evening slalom on Tuesday at Madonna di Campiglio, Italy, positioning himself for his first profession win. The Norwegian led Ramon Zenhaeusern of Switzerland by four-tenths of a second, with Alex Vinatzer of Italy trailing by five-tenths in third.

Zenhaeusern gained the primary slalom of the season in close by Alta Badia on Monday, and Vinatzer completed that race in fourth after posting the quickest first-run time.

Foss-Solevaag is among the many most constant performers within the slalom self-discipline. He completed within the high 10 in eight of the 9 slaloms final seasons, greater than some other competitor. Nevertheless, he has gathered simply two podium outcomes to date, most lately in St. Moritz, Switzerland, in March 2016.

Within the conventional final race earlier than Christmas on the floodlit Canalone Miramonti course, Foss-Solevaag gained time with a flawless run within the steep center part, earlier than carrying his velocity via the end.

Lots of his rivals struggled on the comparatively gentle snow floor as a result of delicate temperatures within the Italian Alps.

OLYMPICS

COST ESTIMATE RISES: The official value of the postponed Tokyo Olympics has elevated by 22%, the native organizing committee mentioned in unveiling its new finances on Tuesday.

In an internet information convention, organizers mentioned the Olympics will value $15.4 billion to stage. That is up from $12.6 billion in final yr’s finances. The added $2.8 billion is the price of the one-year delay. Bills come from renegotiating contracts and measures to fight the COVID-19 pandemic.

The Olympics are to open on July 23. The Paralympics comply with on Aug. 24.

Audits by the Japanese government during the last a number of years, nevertheless, present the prices are greater than formally acknowledged and are at the least $25 billion. Tokyo mentioned the Olympics would value about $7.5 billion when the IOC awarded the video games in 2013. A University of Oxford study this year mentioned Tokyo is the most costly Summer season Olympics on report.

“The Tokyo Olympics are working in a really robust surroundings,” Toshiro Muto, the CEO of the organizing committee, mentioned when requested concerning the report prices. Muto instructed the video games ought to be checked out as an funding relatively than a price.

Japanese authorities entities are liable for all the prices apart from $6.7 billion in a privately funded working finances.

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