All race reports for Bálint Tóth
Event: Radegund Mile Head Race 2023 - College VIIIs
Posted as: Bálint Tóth
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Event: May Bumps 2023 - Wednesday
Posted as: Bálint Tóth
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First Bumps race for the whole crew went as smoothly as one could expect. We started with one of the rowers having woken up 30 minutes before push off. Padling to marshalling was actually quite good, we were almost sitting the boat level. Marshalling was fun even if a bit longer because of div 5 having to re-row their race.
As the canons went off we had a great start gaining a bit on Queens’. Pembroke had a great start as well, so much so, that they gained half a length on us after the first 10 strokes. By First-post they were practically alongside us, which continued till Grassy, where they decided to take a rather fascinating line. With the crew moral back in the boat, we actually put down some serious power. Unfortunately though we had some „length issues”, so Pembroke pretty much cought up just before Ditton. However our line once again was a bit better, so we got saved from getting bumped again.
Coming out of Ditton we gave 110%, so we can survive through the Reach. This wasn’t helped by the fact that an anonymous 6 seat cought a moderate crab. We went through the Reach with Bella having a sight of Pembroke’s bowball the whole time, only her coxing masterclass keeping us alive. Under the railway bridge, however, we could not keep them back anymore and made contact with them. The crew started winding it down, just as we got the information of Pembroke being bumped 1-2 seconds before they could’ve bumped us. So we rowed over the first day in a dramatic, exciting manner.
Event: Newnham Short Course 2024 - Lower VIIIs
Posted as: Bálint Tóth
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Event: Lent Bumps 2025 - Thursday
Posted as: Bálint Tóth
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The river lay still, the air full of dread,
Our paddling wobbled, our technique misled.
A practice start, oh, what a sight!
Two strokes of air, not done quite right.
Yet hope still burned, though nerves ran high,
As oars met water, the race drew nigh.
Off the start, we held our ground,
But Hughes ahead still surged and bound.
Through First-Post, a length behind,
Yet power waned, our pace went down.
Between the bend, I lost my sight,
Only László’s shoulder, flashing in my mind.
From Grassy’s turn, a sight so sweet
King’s II behind met their defeat.
A row-over seemed our destined fate,
But then two whistles! No time to wait!
Three whistles soon! A final cry!
With one last push, we soared on by!
"Hold it up!" the moment came,
My first bump, a victor’s claim.
The row home? Oh, let’s not dwell,
Our technique fled, it’s just as well.
A crab mid-roar, a tangled oar,
Some laughter shared, no need for more.
To M4, my thanks I send,
May blades be yours, your triumph penned!