Not exact matches
The Canadian picked
up six
judges to Hamilton's three (you should have heard the crowd yowl over that one), and edged into fifth going into the free
skating program.
«She's just being watched by the world and then she messes
up and she doesn't feel right and she's so stressed and she totally breaks down, as you can see in this cross-stitch, and she
skates over
to the
judges crying and is like, «My lace is broken!»»
She turns an historically vilified white trash tabloid figure into a defiant underdog antihero, who threw
up a finger
to skating judges when they ignored her superior physical skills and resisted Harding as the image of their sport.
The way she holds a spoon as she eats cereal with such white - knuckled intensity you'd think it was her last meal; the angle of her jaw when she steps onto the ice, facing
judges she knows loathe the transparency of her working - class background; and the tender hurt in her eyes when she confronts a
judge in the parking lot about her score, and learns that no matter her skill, her inability
to live
up to the proper, soft standard for women in figure
skating would bar her from the adoration she yearned for.
Harding ran onto the ice
to avoid disqualification, started and then stopped her routine,
skated over
to the
judges and hoisted
up her leg, sobbing, her face a mask of tragedy, an image equally as iconic as Kerrigan's confused, anguished expression seven weeks earlier.