I felt like one of those football reporters at the racing here in Trinidad & Tobago, who has the copy all neatly spell checked; then the 2-1 down losing side bangs in two in the last 90 seconds.
Roberto Chiappa was going to win the sprint final 2-0 against Home Boy, Sellier.
Lots of applause, nice ‘personality’ pics, run the 40 lapper and go for a Carib.
But Sellier hadn’t read my copy and came back late in the second match, when he was one ride down, after Chiappa out jumped him. To all the observers – and both riders, it looked like Sellier hadn’t quite made it and Chiappa had won 2-0.
The judges thought different and ordered a re-run because they couldn’t separate the two fast men.
Chiappa was none too chuffed by this decision and with much gesticulation, Roberto announced he was going home. ‘Do you believe you won, Roberto,’ I asked the Italian; ‘Sellier even said I won!‘ he replied.
I enquired further; ‘will you be getting up to ride, again?‘
Peter, as Euro Manager had to attempt to placate the irate Latino – who did his best to poke a hole in Pete’s chest with his index finger – not to mention negotiate with the organiser and try to get the judges to change the decision.
But the chief judge was having none of it; ‘the riders don’t make the decisions, I do! It was too close to call.‘
So, what was I going to say? Oh, yeah.
Last night it was punctures, tonight it was crashes – or rather one crash; but it was a bad one. Pittsburgh prime snaffler from last night, Dan Kowalcik and German six day flyer Leif Lampater both made hard contact with the rough iron hard sand paper that it is the concrete surface of the Arima track.
Zak was whisked off to hospital, whilst Leif had his abrasions cleaned, sprayed with plastic skin and sat down to wait for nature to do it’s work – unfortunately, that takes longer than the duration of a track meet.
Arima is much more recognisable as a conventional track than San Fernando – 465 metres, concrete with decent bankings.
Unlike San Fernando, there were no huge puddles in the track centre – but there was a lovely cool breeze off the hills, taking the humidity away and feeling soft on the skin.
At the 16:00 kick off there wasn’t much of a crowd, but by the time 20:00 rolled around, the stands were packed.
A Trinidadian track meeting is a bit like a Grateful Dead concert – nobody is really sure how long it will take; but it ain’t going to be over any time soon.
On the rest of the island, Sunday is quiet, all the shops and cafes are shut, albeit some bars are open. Dem Trinidad guys need their Carib beer – Richard Dickie reckons there should be a Carib bottle logo included in the national flag.
I managed a quick guzzle of the icy golden brew in the bar across the road from the stadium and as they say in the US, ‘it hit the spot.’
And the patriotic news is that virtually every shop and bar stocks Tunnocks Caramel Wafers – a little touch of Uddingston in the Tropics.
Match sprinting; you either love it or hate it; I love it – but first you have to qualify.
Roberto Chiappa demonstrated that despite the fact he won his first Worlds medal as a junior at the Junior Worlds in Middlesborough in 1990 – he’s far from finished. He was way clear in the flying 200 metres time trial with 11:06 – a track record and faster than Franco had predicted for the rough concrete oval.
The other three qualifiers were Canadian champ Stephane Cossette (4th), US champion Giddeon Massie (3rd) and fastest sprinter Home Boy, T&T champion, Christopher Sellier.
After the sprint qualifications it was the All Star 12 lap – interrupted whilst the unfortunate Zak and Leif were attended to. At the restart, it was former Hamish Haynes room mate, Emile Abrahams who had most finish speed.
‘Muller stole the bell! Muller stole the bell!’ hollered Ronald Dickie, the speaker – he alone was meant to know the number of laps for the ‘ladies unknown distance,’ but Andreas made off with the bell and brought the race to a premature end.
The sprinting was good; fast and exciting – but you already know about that.
The devils were out again; but Andreas Muller out foxed them. The 1500 metres went to Trini road champ Adam Alexander, who was also third in the Savannah criterium.
After the sprint dramas, the 40 lap could have been a damp squib; but Mister Marvulli made sure it was no such thing. The race ebbed and flowed early, no break could stick and the Euros definitely missed Leif; who was not surprisingly sitting the last dance out.
With maybe a dozen laps to go, Franco took off, one of the young Trini guys went with him but couldn’t spell. The US and Canadian riders chased but there was no organisation and the big Suisse just wasn’t giving in.
With three to go, the Canadian, Lachance launched a huge jump from the group, made it up to Franco but then made the big mistake. Instead of sitting on and recovering, even for a few moments, he went over the top on his own.
Franco was too smart to try to respond, he knew it was too far for the Canadian to go on his own. As the man in the maple leaf began to fade, Franco launched, caught the Canadian and took the big money for the second night.
It was a terrific finale; and an early finish – jeez, it wasn’t even 11:00 pm.