July 18, 2003
marc ong.
brilliant, i missed the most intense track finals in history when i decided to go to the gym yesterday. everyone was raving about how we kicked (or carressed with the foot, because of the margin of victory) hwa chong's ass in the A div boys' event. it wasn't even by one point, if i'm not mistaken; it was by the number of silver medals each team had won. then today during morning assembly, they showed us a slide presentation of yesterday's victory. first and foremost, they started with shots of kenji's maria ; ) then after showing several more runners, began the 4 x 400 race: which was the all-important, and decisive race of the day. it was rather apparent that at the 3-quarters mark of the race, we were pretty far behind the front two runners- vjc and hcjc i think. enter marc ong. he collects the baton and sprints like, excuse my french, a fucking mad dog. with 50 metres to go only, he seems to pick up serious pace, inching closer and closer to the fore-runners. with about 20 metres left, it looks like it's anyone's race. but all of a sudden hwa chong starts to lag behind. they need at least a second placing in this race to guarantee them the championship. but anglo-chinese's having other ideas. they're all out to win this one. with fire in his heels, marc ong bursts towards the finishing line, with vjc and hcjc collecting his wind. vjc had overtaken hcjc by that time, but marc ong, with just one thing on his mind- to clinch this race for anglo-chinese and thus putting them ahead of all contenders- had outstripped them both and came up with a dramatic turn around of events. hwa chong was left with a look of regret and anguish overwhelming his face. they had let the title slip right through their fingers; they'd lost the title...
and anglo-chinese had won.
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