THE BIG HEARTBREAK
James Henry Peters, 35, is England's champion marathoner. At Vancouver's Empire Games he was winning again. Behind him lay a run of 26 miles—ahead, only a few hundred yards to the official finish. His nearest rival toiled along at least 15 minutes behind. The crowd, still flushed from the fantastic mile of Bannister and Landy, watched expectantly as Jim Peters appeared on the crest of the stadium ramp. Then the crowd stiffened.
Jim Peters began to weave and stagger. Grotesquely, like a figure in an impossible fantasy, he fell, rose, fell again, racked with ultimate fatigue and the cramp of aching muscles. Ten times he fell, only to pull himself up and try for a few more yards.
The crowd shouted encouragement. "Go it, Jim!" cried a girl athlete. "That's what made England great!" Others tried to halt the heartbreaking wasting of a man. "Stop it, for Heaven's sake!" called Roger Bannister, a doctor.
Peters fell across what spectators thought was the finish line and was placed on a stretcher. But as the crowd cheered, a voice rasped over the public address system: "The finish line...is on the other side of the track." Peter's race was over.
Graceful champion Pat McCormick made a clean and beautiful sweep of women's diving honors at A.A.U. swimming championships in Indianapolis. In three years of Olympic and national competition, Mrs. McCormick has been beaten only twice.
Strongest man in Vancouver was Canadian Doug Hepburn, world's heavyweight lift champion handicapped since childhood by shrunken left leg. Hepburn sipped brandy-spiked coffee between lifts, hoisted a total 1,040 pounds for new Empire Games record.
Formful shotputter Jacqueline MacDonald, 21-year-old Toronto schoolteacher, braced injured right knee and won second in British Empire Games women's competition, only to be suspended later for publicly endorsing Orange Crush.
Mass Joy describes the Munich crowd which shouted itself hoarse when the West German soccer team returned victorious from the world professional championships—and from one of the great sports upsets of the year. Not in a long time had the ordinary German felt such a lift of spirits. His team had defeated "unbeatable" Communist Hungary, champions for four years and crushing favorites in the 16-nation tournament at Bern, Switzerland. Across West Germany the scene was the same: jubilant crowds—at Lindau, Immenstadt, Kempten, Kaufbeuren, Buchloe—hysterically welcoming the Fussball heroes. One Munich man tried to buy the air from the football to bottle for his mantelpiece; thousands poured into the streets to dance and sing; and in one beer hall overjoyed celebrators downed 12,000 quarts of beer, 15 hogs, three bulls, 5,000 Weissw�rste, 5,000 Vienna sausages and 5,000 Regensburger sausages. Free Germany was back, triumphant, in the world of sport.
Hambletonian winner Newport Dream politely nuzzled his prize, held by driver Del Cameron and owner Octave Blake, after 29th running of the Goshen classic.