I must have been in Japan when Eddy the Eagle soared in Calgary at the 1988 Olympics, but somehow I was aware of his name. He was an antidote to the obsession with owning the podium. According to this movie, despite a childhood handicap, he was obsessed with getting into the Olympics one way or another. Ski-jumping was a semi-calculated alternative path to his goal. His mother encouraged his dreams while his father tried to plaster over them. This kind of follow-your-dream-no-matter-what stories probably inspires a lot of people to get into trouble.