The start felt slightly rushed but we soon settled into a slightly faster rate than previously. We smashed it down First Post reach, round the corner, through the gut and out of grassy. Squeezing through out onto Plough reach felt more necessary than we would have liked, as Downing appeared quite close on our heels. Down Plough reach we screamed on for Jesus, and passing the Plough we heard more than just the crowds - the first whistle. Invigorated by the whistle we (tried to) produce a solid Ditton. The squeeze out of Ditton was sadly less rhythmic than yesterday, and this seemed to continue down the Reach. Suddenly the bank erupted - the Jesus trialist (who had become a panic-sub for their bumps campaign) had managed to catch a crab. We 'Took it to the Plough'. Unfortunately this brought us at closest approach to within a canvas, as they recovered from the crab and put in some huge strokes to open up the gap to half a length. Our unsustainable push was truly unsustainable. Regressing to two whistles was demoralising and suffice it to say it could no longer be taken to the Plough. Despite it being called. A second time. The five massive strokes were exactly the same as the previous 30 massive strokes and Jesus crept away. Realising that the day was probably lost we strode it down, conserving energy for tomorrow's task. Bump or be bumped. Simple as that.