Henley fever

Henley Royal Regatta Course

“When we gather for the happiest week in all the year, it is the brotherhood of rowing, the comradeship of the oar that we recall, when eight men who have trained until they have become a single drive, a single thrust of forward-flashing wrists, face suddenly the crisis towards which that selfless toil has led them, and know that every link in all that pulsing chain of flesh
and blood rings true. For us, there are no centuries or duck’s eggs, no goals or gallery kicks, no individual distinctions where the crew are all in all. The rattle of the riggers of the finish, the music of the tide beneath her body as she shot between the strokes, the grim yet heartening sound of splendid and unbroken strength when all eight blades crashed in together – these are the things that no one who has heard and felt them will ever forget. Some delirium. Some tremens. Some kaleidoscope.”

-Sir Theodore Cook

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