The Club's Results

Thankfully they survived to fight another day,  and hopefully have a shot at giving W1 2016 their first ever chance to aim at a Mays headship :-)  

Good first half, according to plan, followed by intense second half, when bumps push after bumps push made us gain on Clare, but were not sustained enough to get us closer than canvas.  
As the bow girl, it was super frustrating to feel wash periodically, and we got to the point when I could hear their oars clicking when they feather, and make out their cox's words. But that never lasted more than a few strokes.  
Our pushes became less and less effective as we rowed down the reach, and by the time we heard the cheers of M1 between the railway bridge and the P&N, it was becoming clear that the bump was not going to happen. We focused on finishing the race without incident, with Newnham far behind, never a real threat.
We at least have the satisfaction of proving the predictions of the bumps program wrong, which saw us as "too high up the chart, and easy pickings for Newnham".  

Let's prove them wrong again tomorrow!

Couldn't find the rabbit in the hat.  

Absence of panic even with overlap, and good steering by MT meant that we were able to move away, and Newnham blew.

Which is when Christ, who, until then, were steadily moving up on the towpath side of the Reach, veered and harpooned Newnham (according to PF, Christ thought we had been bumped and were moving for the overbump, and their bankparty had to be reminded to go for Newnham). After that, we tried to refocus our attention on Clare, but they were farther away than ideal, and we quickly realized the bump was not going to happen, so MT called for us to wind it down at the railway bridge, and we rowed slowly towards the finish line.  
Tomorrow will be a question of bumping Clare before Christ bumps us, so all-in for a sprint!

The start went down fine and I think we strode at some point, thought I didn't really notice it much as we'd already gotten our first whistle at that point. The ten on finishes after the stride brought us our second set of whistles, which I believed at the time to be some sort of ill conceived scheme, designed to trick us into... something. Anyway, coming around first post, MT called for our "second to none" bumps push and I figured that I might as well give it a go, even if the whistles are lying, given that we'd basically covered half the distance to the designated fate point already. And the whistles kept blowing. And blowing. And blowing. And then we held it up.  

SUREAL!

Having chased them down the reach, coughing and vomiting  

on previous days, catching them in the gut without dying prolongely was AMAZING! Sprinting worked! We were stronger, hungrier and faster and so we bumped!

Excited about operation toast next year!!

Joking aside, last night a severe lack of alcohol in the cloisters and at dinner (beers after outings with the grad boat building an unusual non-zero tolerance perhaps) meant that I was unable to channel my inner-Jackson upon reading in my card from M1 that "one of these days a FaT crew may actually impress you". This seems as good an alternative platform as any. If any crew has impressed me whilst at FaT it has been this term's W1. Through a fractured term on the water, every single girl has put the effort in on land to make the boat faster, to push each other on to reach new limits, whether it be leading weights sessions for the newer girls, training with CUW in the background, or just knocking second after second after second off their splits. Two weeks ago when we finally come together as a set crew, we knew we had big improvements to make. Whilst there were some rocky outings along the way, whenever we really, truly needed to step it on, to find that extra gear, to push that little bit harder for that little bit longer, it happened. When we had Newnham close behind/beside us on days 1 and 3, we could have given up. Nearly half the crew's first introduction to bumps was spooning off head last term. Nobody could have blamed them for wavering, for thinking this is it, it's happening again, now we give up. But they didn't. We had the strength, the mental toughness to keep going, the grit to take push after push, full crew, and just let Newnham blow hard behind us. And then there's today...today was something special. Coming into first post, we were moving the fastest we've been all term; I don't need a speed coach to tell me that. I thought out final push was a formality: the words necessary to tell the crew that this was it, that we would just hold our boatspeed and use the corner to hit them. I was wrong. No other crew I've sat in has come close to having the cohesion of that lift. Technically we're not particularly noteworthy, we certainly don't have the pedigree of the men's side, so you could be forgiven for thinking that we finally sharpened a bit, or sat up that little bit more. Maybe those things did happen, but that's not what was impressive. What was impressive was that 8 girls believed in all respects, without exception, that they would be backed up in what they did by the 7 others. And they were.

Successive strides down the Reach meant Clare 'pushed us hard' for the over-bump late in the race. We wound it up to 24, and finished in isolation.

Bit of a non-event, but we executed our plan reasonably well. Pembroke can't run forever.

Pembroke bumped Downing a little further on, to ensure another day of safety. The chase continues. #noescape

We're hurting. But that Jesus rower who celebrated is going to be hurting a whole lot more tomorrow.

Pembroke, respect.

They moved pretty hard off the start, and once they got two whistles we called our bumps push. This was mildly successful, and held them for 20 strokes or so. Coming into first post, hard steering around Darwin ahead cut our canvas lead until we got bumped on the entrance to first post.

Keen for tomorrow.

We went into today knowing that Wolfson were faster than us, and by a reasonable margin. However, we'd put on a lot of race speed in the last week or two and were hitting some decent rates on the start, so we thought we should be able to give Wolfson a decent fight.

This turned out to be a gross overestimate of our ability. A tense row up to the start with reasonable pieces on the way preceded a decent start which saw us marginally gain on Darwin. Our rhythm wasn't the best, letting Darwin move away as Wolfson began eating up the gap monstrously quickly. We strode down to 42 initially, and then again to 38 before rapidly taking it back up to 41 during a bumps push I don't at all remember. We lost the remaining canvas of clear water as we manoeuvred around a slowly clearing Darwin/Christ's bump out immediately ahead of us. They hit us shortly before First Post corner. FaT M2 Mays are still going down...

We'd sparred with Queens' the Monday before bumps and come off better so we felt fairly safe from behind going into today. There was very little chance of us attempting to bump back Wolfson, so we were prepared for the long haul.

Our paddle up wasn't a disaster but I didn't enjoy it much either; the high was the half slide rate build which we've been improving faster than our racing. The race went off and we did our start with water flying around all over the place and essentially no composure, but it was sufficient to keep us outside station from Queens' and to hold Wolfson initially. They bumped out shortly after the Motorway Bridge (boding well for tomorrow) and we attempted to settle down. Through the gut and Grassy we began rowing the race we wanted, and gently pushed Queens' away. I smacked the water with my blade and tried very hard to catch a crab, but luckily got the blade square again just in time - this race constituted some of the worst rowing I've done in years... Sorry.

Pushing round Ditton and onto the Reach it was easy to feel like Queens' didn't have it in them to bump us and our rowing got gradually calmer. When they were finally hit from behind by Corpus we attempted to obey our race plan and keep it high but the rate gently slipped as we all felt the pressure on us come off. I lost track of my blade again. By the time Sidney chasing the optimistic overbump had been caught by Pembroke behind them it was down at 32, and we all waited for what felt like far too long before the call came from the bank and then from Liv to take it down 6 and paddle to the finish. The rowing naturally became sloppy with a lack of motivation from behind; annoying when you want to look good in front of all the crews watching, and leading to a bark from Barney. We eventually crossed the finish line in the glorious isolation we'd been aiming at from the start.

Queens' never got particularly close, and bumped out on Ditton, leaving us with a quiet row across the line.

Christ's II up tomorrow. Let's go.

The crew chat revealed a unanimous agreement that our rowing on Day 2 had been shocking (shame it was all captured on GoPro) and today we decided to concentrate. This led to a decent warm-up; our first burst was relaxed, Neil was impressed by our half-slide rate build, our second burst felt easy and in the practice start we finally got close to the looseness and precision we'd achieved in training. We were feeling pretty good.

The 4-minute gun went, everyone got back in the right seats and we got our heads in the boat, I visualised the first stroke over and over again (as Neil said, trying to think any further ahead just didn't work). On the start gun we leapt forward; it wasn't perfect but it was an enormous improvement on previous days. Wild encouragement from Alex on the bank let us know we'd taken distance off Christ's.

A few dodgy strokes under the Motorway Bridge and past the outflow were quickly forgotten as maybe 40 strokes in we got our first whistle. This encouragement spurred us on and one stroke into Liv's power ten we got the second whistle. Christ's crumbled at this point; seconds later we had 3, and the following stroke we had overlap. There was no need to bumps push; we got the legs on together in the wash and ended the race there. Hopefully this would make us the first M2 in about 5 years not to go down...

After yesterday's fairly average row-over, we were determined to have a much more positive warm-up and race. We once again showed off our nice square blades frontstops build to the other crews on the river, and had a burst to 32 that felt more like 24 before marshalling. Our half-slide rate build to rate 52 and burst on the reach felt much more controlled then earlier this week. Unfortunately, we still didn't manage to get a great start at the plough, although this was compensated a little by having quite a nice and relaxed paddle down to marshalling.

On the start, we were much less jittery than yesterday, having remembered which seat we were supposed to row in and not having faffed around quite as much after the 4 minute gun.

After my epic races last term, part of me was hoping for a heroic bump just before the finish or something like that. Unfortunately for some of the spectators, Christs' M2 and myself, the bumps charts are seldom reflective of relative ability - which is why the races are fun, I suppose. We were hammered before first post corner by Wolfson on Wednesday (probably the fastest boat currently in the division, and who completely deserve their blades) and hammered Christs' M2 before first post corner today.

As for the start, ours was decent for once (accompanied with encouraging 'MOVING' calls right after the gun), with our rowing deteriorating for a couple of strokes in the wash under the motorway bridge. After that, we found our rhythm (rate 36 that feels like 32) for the first time since the beginning of bumps. We got our first whistle shortly after the bridge, 2 whistles about 40s later, then 3 whistles followed by continuous whistles immediately after. During the short time that we were racing, it was extremely pleasant to see Corpus Christi falling outside station behind us. Holding it up was a little confusing, with most people rowing on for a few strokes after the call as it was unclear exactly what was happening. After having parked on the outside of the corner, we cheered on the rest of the division and collected greenery.

The row back was amazing; it feels really nice to be cheered on by the crowds, and seems fitting payback for a term's hard work. The strokes were nice, smooth and sat (until we easied around the railway bridge, that is...), and I just found myself grinning like a maniac from the bow seat.

Bring on tomorrow and the second historic bump to make us the first M2 (Lents or Mays) to go up since 2008.

PS: I'll continue to work on sharp catches, as the lack of backsplash really spoils the pictures.

We introduced some square blades into our warm up to try to stop us feathering out of the water and otherwise finish more cleanly, and fix the irritating dip to strokeside. It worked; after our best legs-only rowing I think we've ever done, we did a burst at 32 which was golden. All I could think was that if we'd managed to hit this for HoRR our result would have been phenomenal. The rest of our warm-up put us in the right frame of mind; some poor strokes paddling but everything at rate actually worked. Every time I felt nervous about the race I remembered how Downing must be feeling going into their final opportunity to avoid spoons, and this made me feel better.

It was a glorious soggy day, with mist and constant drizzle. David Jones kindly lent us his umbrella to keep us relatively dry, and we entertained ourselves watching various people have a go on Dad's hand powered trike. Neil nearly incapacitated a couple of innocent spectators (as I so thought, until it was pointed out to me that they were Pembroke supporters).

We did our start, we settled onto rhythm, and we happily rowed along First Post reach for a while, hearing a couple of 'Moving!'s from the bank. I really didn't feel like rowing the long race but had already resigned myself to a much later bump than Christ's, if we hit them at all. My pessimism was ill-placed, however, as we got the first whistle most of the way along First Post Reach. The second whistle didn't take long after that, and the cheering of the crowds around First Post corner spurred us on to take the remaining distance. Downing had gone off at a sprint and when they died, they died very quickly. We hit them in the first part of the gut (bow pair saying they rowed along with the stern canvas of the Downing boat within touching distance off to the side).

So we gave Downing spoons and became the first FaT M2 to go up since 2008. Yeah boys! Kittens. We picked up an impressive amount of tree and had a proud paddle back, trying to keep the boat level without being able to see through the leaves in front of our faces (or being able to tap down due to the branches of the person behind...).

A solid start was followed by a good transition to race pace, and we coped better than the previous few days with the wash under the bridge. Coming under the motorway bridge, I heard a call from the bank that we were just inside station, and began to prepare for a long race. Within 10 strokes, however, we had our first whistle, then the next few whistles came quickly.

The final few strokes before the bump was one of the best experiences in my bumps career so far - coming round First Post, we hit a wall of noise from the bank, at the same time as getting three whistles. Liv was screaming over this mayhem, calling a power 10, and three strokes in we had overlap. The bump followed quickly.

As for what happened yesterday, a great square blades warm up allowed us to get the sit of the boat right and we found our awesome rhythm in the bursts. The 1k before marshalling was probably the best paddling we've done this term, and it really helped us get into our race mindset. The bursts down the reach were good and we actually managed a really good start for once in front of the crowds at the Plough. We were soaked by the persistent drizzle at this point, but we did not allow this to distract us and focused on our race plan before the 4 minute cannon.

As for the race, we had a good start, gaining on Downing due to the corner advantage, and then moved outside station during the stride as they were carrying out, to the best of their abilities, a 'sprint or die' race plan in a last ditch attempt to avoid their spoons. Unfortunately for them, the best of their abilities only carried them halfway down first post reach, and then they died, at which point we got our first whistle. As for us, we strode it down to 38 and then to 36, at which point we found the oarsome rhythm with vast amounts of ratio that we had been trying to get all week - our excellent warm up that allowed us to calm down had paid dividends. This the best rowing I've done so far, it was a bit of a pity that it couldn't last longer, really :P

After our first whistle, it was essentially a foregone conclusion, as we just ate up the remaining distance. We got 3 whistles coming into the corner and continuous whistles as we came out of the corner for only the second time this week. In the gut, I could see their canvas progressively getting closer to Crouchy's blade, but realising what was at stake, I made sure that I heard the 'hold it up' call twice before I stopped rowing. We were slightly inefficient at clearing from the middle of the gut, pulled in and collected ridiculous amounts of greenery in a haze of happiness. I created a jungle replica around me in the bow seat and Crouchy gave himself wings to celebrate his victory - we'll be fined, but as the first M2 to go up since 2008, I think it was justified.

The row back was not quite as good as the race, but no-one really cared and I for one could not see much due to the branches around me.

Celebrations, photos, singing and much more ensued...

Despite the result being only 'Up 1' on paper, I believe that this is the beginning of FaT M2's climb back up to the top the second division, although we might never reach the highs of 2007-2010, as the grad colleges appear to have learnt how to row (as we found out to our expense on the first day). We have all learnt a lot from this term's rowing, and provided we can carry all of that into next year's campaign, I can see a time when Maggie M2 will be bumpable and the M2 headship in sight. We shall see... ...when the cannon comes!

Update: We were not fined for excessive greenery - CUCBC do not seem to have their eyes or their priorities in the right place. Oh well...

Having only finally gotten a full crew together 2 weeks ago it was always going to be a struggle to be competitive in bumps. In a term that started so well with half of the crew trialling and competing in seat races for the upper boats, it quickly fell apart with only a couple of 4's and 1 8 outing in the first half of term. I'd like to thank Chris Black for intervening at this point and ensuring that we got the 10 outings we needed to compete in bumps, taking on us along with the myriad of other tasks he's had this term was admirable.

A huge thank you must also go to the long list of subs that have come to help us this term- I'm afraid there have been so many that I can't remember all of them, but particular thanks must go to those we called from the boathouse with only a few minutes notice; you saved us.

A big thanks to Chris Howarth, David and Prab, who all joined the crew despite not having planned to row/cox this term- again, without you the crew couldn't have made it.

Thanks to Iain, Alex, Duncan, Will, Sean, Neil for bank partying us, and thank you to everyone else on the bank who was there to cheer us on- sorry we never made it to Grassy.

And of course, the biggest thank you of all must go to Daphne for coaching us this term. Having someone with such a wealth of knowledge of the sport was so invaluable, she took us so far in such a small number of outings, and saved our bumps campaign from being a complete disaster. She gave up so much of her time for us, and we truly appreciate her generosity.

Next year, I, along with the other MLBCs, will endeavour to bring together a crew that will restore the damage that has been done to M3's position this year. Under new management, we will reach new heights.

Update: Trinity Hall III seem to have scratched due to severe embarrassment.

Any other crew boys...any other crew.