23 June 2012: Stanley International Dragon Boat Championships |
Twelve cases of Foster’s couldn’t quite drown the disappointment of coming third on a day that should have been ours. But then again, finishing on the podium in the elite A class of the world’s largest dragon boat festival (250 teams!) should not be a cause for lasting sorrow.
Another factor also stacked chances in our favor: perennial favorites Jeb Fellas were not there to defend their title and all of the other fifteen entries were more or less a known quantity to us – except one, as we would eventually discover!
Conditions were also near perfect: calm, flat waters, overcast skies but no rain. You really can’t ask for more in June in Hong Kong!
We found our boat (lane 7, which we would occupy for the entire day) and headed out to the pontoon where we readied ourselves for the start. “Paddles in!” came the call from CRO Barnaby, “ready!” from the starter and an ambitiously early “go!” from the CRO. More than half the boat hesitated, thinking we’d never pull this off this early. The drill of course is, “when Barnaby goes we all go”, but we didn’t. Having only four or five paddles digging in also meant that CDR Streun broke his paddle on that very first stroke. Amazingly, and unbeknownst to those further back in the boat, he managed to swap the paddle instantly for a spare and was back by the second or third stroke. By then, the rest of the boat had also come round to the idea that it would probably be helpful if we had eighteen guys paddle instead of five and we were surprisingly fast back in our rhythm. The rest of the race was fairly well executed, although the front felt that the back was pushing them, probably being too stiff and tense. Given the debacle at the start SMUGz won the heat, but we were a clean second.
After an early carbon-loading lunch we headed back out for round number two. Slotted into lane 7 again, we found ourselves next to the Sea School Old Boys – some of which didn’t look quite that old. They had won their first heat and were another likely contender for the Cup. It would be good racing them in the heat. Obviously we wouldn’t make the same mistake twice, and this time our LiechtenFast was beautifully executed. Similarly, the chug piece – less than 70 strokes to the line – was powerful and clean until maybe the last 20 strokes which felt a bit rushed and thus short on traction. But it didn’t matter, because we clearly won the race – almost a second ahead of the Sea School and 1.5 ahead of the Police Team (always good to be ahead of the cops!). It was also the fastest time of all 16 second round heats, hence Liechtenstein confidence levels stayed elevated.
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The SMUGz were already filing protests for the pontoon team swapping operation while our first priority was to get our hands on an ice cold Foster’s after a week of alcohol deprivation. Having quenched that thirst, we were hungry for the truth and joined the SMUGz for a discussion with the race officials, who called the Sea School and Friendship captain for an explanation. The Sea School owned up to their swapping tactic, saying three of their paddlers “felt unwell at the start” (I guess they got seasick) – a silly move that got them DQed. The Friendship team, however, had played by the rules, but certainly not by the spirit of the race. In essence, they had put a bunch of very strong mainland Chinese paddlers into their boat for the final while some of their lesser guys were doing the groundwork in the heats, just making sure they would make the top eight. It was a hollow victory, to say the least, with a bunch of unenthusiastic guys picking up the trophy – probably taking it back to the Mainland and selling it for scrap metal.
LIECHTENSTEIN!!!
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