Elite youth sport competitions have increased significantly in number in recent years, with the Youth Olympic Games representing the high point of this phenomenon. This book examines the global context within which elite youth sport has emerged and continues to grow. It explores elite youth sport policy across fifteen countries, in Europe, the Americas, Africa and Asia, addressing the questions of how youth talent development is organised and why elite youth sport has become so popular.
Taking a comparative global perspective, the book analyses the growth in more systematic approaches to young athlete development and the increasing emphasis on early talent identification. It discusses the attitude of stakeholders (such as NGBs, governments and sponsors) towards elite youth sport, while also considering how young elite athletes' interests are protected and how the growth in elite youth sport affects a sport's development strategy.
Written by a team of internationally renowned researchers, Elite Youth Sport Policy: A comparative analysis is fascinating reading for all students, scholars, managers, policy-makers and coaches with an interest in youth sport, elite sport development, talent identification and sports policy.
Introduction |Neenee came to the Big Island from Canada. I came here from Japan. I spent my first two years here just, you know, going to my classes, being a good girl, focusing on school. I really didn't have many friends, and that suited me fine. Then just this past September, I arrive for my first class, and who happens to want to sit at my favorite desk? Neenee! I've been coming to this same room for 2 years now, sitting at the same desk. This is my desk! So we got into a fight over it. I mean an all out actual fist fight. She tore half my clothes off. And as we rolled around on the floor of the classroom, all the boys cheering us on, what do you think happened? Neenee's thigh rubbed up against my pum.. I mean actually ground up against it. She had me pinned against the floor, and she was like trying to stoop up to punch me in the face or something, and 3 or four times her warm thigh like ground up into it. I lost all strength.. and needless to say lost the fight. She gave me my desk back though. And after class, we decided to find somewhere private.
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