Chariots of Fire

Do you want to know why you lost today? You're over striding. Just a couple of inches. Now these coins represent the steps in your sprint. Have you got another two coins, Mr. Abrahams? Well, maybe we can find 'em. Remember, over striding – death for the sprinter. Slap in the face, each step you take. Knocks you back. Like that! And that!

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[to Harold in training] I want you to pretend you're running on hot bricks: if you leave your feet too long on the ground, they'll get burned! Pop, pop, pop! Light, light, light as a feather!

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Henry Stallard: No ball! Harold M. Abrahams: [desperate to get into bat] Come on, Aubrey, the old leg-break! Harold M. Abrahams: How zat! Henry Stallard: Not out! Harold M. Abrahams: What do you mean, not out? You could have heard it from bloody Bournemouth! Come on, Liddell, my innings. Eric Liddell: I didn't touch it, I swear; it must've been the crack of my wrist! Harold M. Abrahams: He's out I tell you, you're all deaf - deaf and bloody blind! Aubrey I ask you, for God's sake! Harold M. Abrahams: [punching the air] It's not FAIR!

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Lord Birkenhead: Ah, Liddell! I was afraid you weren't here. Eric Liddell: I'm afraid I am, sir.

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