Faced with the impressive swarm of spectator boats anchored in Auckland Bay,
Te Rehutai
swallowed the 3rd mark of the course as close as possible to the buoy, without its hull ever touching the water.
The meter of the silver fern vessel, now downwind, panics.
45, 47, 49… soon 51 knots.
The bar of 100 km / h is grazed by the sheer force of a nonetheless gentle wind (14 knots).
Placed in a row of onions, their helmets barely protruding from the carbon fuselage,
Popeye's
eight
bicep
grinders
frantically turn the cranks.
At the helm, Peter Burling begins his jibe while the imposing starboard pendulum foil at the end in the shape of a whale's tail plunges into the water.
Launched in pursuit of
Luna Rossa
, the New Zealand match racing prodigy and his ten teammates will not catch up.
For seven seconds, the defender bowed to his Italian challenger, suddenly plunging an entire nation into a sea of disappointment.
Because in the land of sheep,
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