Slomo grinding. Annemieke easing the mainsheet. Witty on helm. Witty at the nav station: Just gybed, heading toward the top of Scotland. Everyone's gybed at the same time. Others are about 25, 30 miles to the west of us. It's anyone's match. In tennis terms it's 2 all, end of the fifth, and started to rain. So the best player with the best wet-weather footwear will win. Slomo grinding. Witty at the nav station: If the meterologist next to me has gybed at the right time we'll win. If she's gybed at the wrong time we'll come last for the third leg in a row. So really it's all on her shoulders. How does that sound? Libby: Bring it on. Witty: Bring it on. See? Scallywag, bring it on, never give up. All good; be positive. Breeze will fill, breeze will head. Scallywag will be first at the top of Scotland and reach into Gothenburg. Slomo shots on deck.
|people||Annemieke Bes, David Witt and Libby Greenhalgh|
|published||Tue, 12 Jun 2018 21:54:54 UTC|
|tags||Bring It On, Discussing the competition, Gothenburg, If The Meteorologist Next To Me Has Gybed At The Right Time We'll Win, Mainsheet, Nav Station, Never Give Up, Scotland, Slow-mo and Tennis Metaphor|
|team||Sun Hung Kai/Scallywag|