Nothing much to say here - his start was about 1 length quicker than mine (have been experimenting with a different one, will revert back for next race), and gradually closed back half a length by the end. (JPD)
I hadn't had any breakfast apart from some Maxim, and was almost embarrassed by a young (guess J16)sculler from Boston. It was all a bit nerve-wracking till he hit a buoy just as I was starting to move through him, at which point he gave up. (Alex)
This was a repeat of the previous day's S4 semi-final. The Yare sculler had done almost as many races as me, and was quite tired. With his technique favouring a longer course, this was a much easier race than I'd expected. (Alex)
In keeping with my attempts throughout the day to provide an exciting spectacle for the crowds, I pushed off, as usual, without doing my gate up. This time, though, I had to stop suddenly, and the blade popped out. The RTT regatta was yet again to prove its worth as I managed to stay dry despite a fairly hefty crosswind.
The Furnivall sculler wasn't very talkative. He'd sneaked off to the start without telling anyone; when I finally caught up with him, he admitted to being somewhat hungover, and perhaps it showed in his steering as he clobbered several buoys in succession. This boy, however, escaped to another fairly routine win to round off a successful day's racing. My next side by side race in this country (with opposition not from CULRC: sorry Tom) will be against Oxford... (Alex)
Thanks Eton Boy! If you keep bigging up the RTT regatta like this it will gain Henley Qualifier status in no time.
On a different note, are you not intending to participate in trial VIIIs or any seat racing before next March? (Rose the Twat)
I was a little disappointed not to be facing JPD in this race. Still having had no food, this was my fourth race in quick succession, and the Yare sculler perhaps sensed this as he tried to hurry proceedings along. In the event, though, it was he who ran out of steam: after going maybe three quarters of a length up, and still hanging on in the lead with only a hundred metres to go, he finally succumbed to a last minute do or die push for the line. This was my only half-decent sculling of the day. (Alex)
This was a rematch of our S4 quarter-final. This time, though, I was sculling a little better and had some energy, and, despite some errant steering, won so efficiently that JPD didn't even notice as he dozed in his car. (Alex)
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