‘. . . but even worse is the crime of a deliberate attempt to step outside one’s capability box in the hope that Lady Luck will somehow come to your aid, and make you look like the hero that lives in your imagination.’

Think, damn you! Think!!” I told myself. My first decision was to climb as high as possible until the collector tank ran out, so as to give myself the full eight minutes of life that I had left.”

“They don’t need a trainer”, suggested my assistant Randy Reinhardt, “more like a corner man with a bucket and sponge”.

“I don’t know why the British judge cries” he said. “I spoke with all the judges. Sometimes, when it is necessary, I criticise them, but I do it within the rules.”