Most people will agree that an enormous amount of rubbish is talked about diet. I remember years ago a Belgian crew coming to Henley, who used to eat ice-cream (or what passed for it) off a holy-poky barrow in the street, The thought of it gave all the orthodox rowing coaches chronic nightmare. Yet that crew won the Grand. Fifty years ago athletes were supposed to train on raw steaks. A later age discovered that nothing could be worse for training than inadequately cooked meat, I once knew an old man, who, apparently on his death-bed and given up by the doctor, feebly opened one eye and demanded port. "Let him have it," said the doctor, tit can make no difference" Between midnight and morning the sufferer consumed the better part of a bottle of port. He then fell into a refreshing sleep, made a complete recovery and lived for another 10 years.
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