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Rapheal Charlton
In Belgrade in 2017 he finished 11th in the qualifying round of the long jump with 7.70m, some 37 centimetres short of the PB he had jumped just a few weeks prior. Two years later in Glasgow, he left the long jump runway in tears after failing to record a valid mark in the qualifying round.
He had shown flashes of brilliance in the event earlier in his career, breaking the Italian U20 indoor record in 2013 (7.75m) before going on to leap a wind-assisted 8.48m (2.8m/s) in 2016. But nagging knee injuries prevented him from fulfilling his potential, so he decided to switch full time to the sprints.
The decision to focus on the 100m soon paid off. In July 2019 he reduced his PB to 10.03, making him the third-fastest Italian man in history, then he won the national title and reached the semifinals at the World Athletics Championships Doha 2019. Last year he won at the World Athletics Continental Tour Gold meeting in Turku and successfully defended his Italian title.
During his first three indoor competitions of the season, he set four PBs over 60m. He clocked 6.56 and 6.55 in Berlin, then improved to 6.54 when winning at the World Athletics Indoor Tour Gold meeting in Lievin. Three days later, he improved again to 6.53 in Lodz.
But he still had something left in the tank for the European Indoor Championships in Torun. Following his disappointments in 2017 and 2019, he was determined to come away from the Polish city with a medal.
Jacobs was born in El Paso, Texas, to an American father and Italian mother. His parents separated when he was young and he moved to Desenzano del Garda in Italy with his mother when he was one year old.
In September 2015, a few months after his first eight-metre leap, Jacobs started training under the guidance of 2001 world indoor triple jump champion Paolo Camossi, first in Gorizia and, from late 2018, in Rome.
Stefano Tilli, the 1983 European indoor 60m champion who now works as a commentator for Italian TV, was the first to congratulate Jacobs after his 60m triumph in Torun. Tilli has now tipped Jacobs to become the second Italian man to break the 10-second barrier for 100m.
They both intend to compete at the World Athletics Relays Silesia 21 on 1-2 May, where they hope to improve on the 38.11 Italian record they set at the World Championships in Doha, narrowly missing a place in the final.
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Ten years ago we had set out with the intention of doing the infamous Cassin Route on the North East Face of the Piz Badile. Weather defeated us that year absolutely: we never even saw the mountain, but had instead embarked on a six day tour running from Finale Ligura on the Mediterranean to Yellow Edge in the Dolomites. Two years ago was even worse: we never even got into Switzerland where floods in Interlaken even made the UK National news. But we did discover the beautiful and unspoilt Ubaye area in the Alpes de Haute Provence.
This year, avid scanning of the Internet for the local forecasts of our chosen week suggested that initially the weekend weather would be bad. But it looked as if the rain might stop on the first Sunday and stay fine for three days perhaps with more good weather to come at the end of the week. Our spirits rose with the barometer.
As usual, the lads turned up for a meal in Faversham around 8pm. Chicken curry this year with, of course, a side salad for Jim. Jim demonstrated the extent of his training and how fit he was by breaking my nutcrackers. Such an exhibitionist.
I was dreaming deeply about slugs in my kitchen (that's another story) when there was a pounding at the door. Having slept for a solid 10 hours, following the overnight drive, we were on the verge of missing breakfast. I think I could cope without camping. As it turned out we never put the tents up all week.
At the parking spot in Bondo we paid the toll, happy to avoid the long trudge up to Laret. There were still two hours (or two and a half for me) of splendid ascent to the Sciora hut with ever expanding views of impeccable granite peaks picked out in the evening sunshine. We were greeted with welcome food and rewarded with a splendid sunset.
The Sciora provided our first views of the objective across the Cengalo glacier. Impressive. At least a couple of days were needed for the North-East face to dry out. The past week's bad weather had given snow high up and there were marked water streaks in the lower half caused by seepage.
That evening the alarms were set for 3.45am. I can report that the condemned men breakfasted well on bread jam and coffee the following morning along with about eight other early risers, who might have been potential competition for our route. In fact they were mostly after the North Ridge.
First Chimney pitch on the Cassin malcolmphelpsThe lightweight walk up in the dark was a pleasure as we fortunately lost the path and missed the wretched boulder fields, sauntering instead up pleasant slabs and getting to the Notch as dawn broke. Just one party was ahead of us and there were still many lights flickering below.
The Italian party ahead was just starting the first easy chimneys moving reasonably quickly. The first corner (Rebuffat's variation avoiding the hard looking slabs on the left) passed easily. Early morning sunshine lit the face as Ken led the photogenic curving crack of the second main pitch. An easy rope-length up through a gap led to the first crux pitch. Here, the Italians slowed down a bit. It was a beautiful intricate side-stepping sort of pitch, sidling up to and round overhangs and then out across slabs. Great climbing at around English 5a. The first crux over, our confidence increased.
The corner crack was a beauty soaring up towards some daunting overhangs. Jim's inimitable gruntings (as ever) gave no real clue either to how hard or good the pitch was but he ran out of rope as he reached some sort of contrived stance.
One more long, 80 metre, pitch up and left led into the groove line leading to the exit chimneys. We ran two more pitches together belaying below the ominous first chimney pitch. At this point the sun disappeared over the East ridge leaving us in the shade. I breathed a sigh of relief as Ken passed me, taking the gear unquestioningly and not asking me to lead it. It was wet and a bit of a brute with fresh snow in the bottom. John's large footprints showed we were the first parties up for quite some time. A combination of technical bridging and awkward back and footing with a sack on led into the bed of the gully. The next pitches were looking unpleasant and they were slowing Jim down. When I got to them I understood exactly why. They were black, brooding and running with water. Technically not too hard, they required great care to find the best holds and avoid slipping off. Very old pegs, rotten wooden wedges and occasional modern nuts provided some moral support. At the top of the third chimney pitch, good moves on dry rock led briefly onto the left wall before returning to the chimney line and then moving back into the sunshine above the difficulties.
The plan previously agreed was that in order to abseil down the North Ridge then ideally we wanted to be on top by 4pm to allow for the four to six hour guide book time. Our arrival was an hour and a half later. Tempting as it was, we didn't really want to bivvy half way down the North Ridge so set off upward, along the ridge, intending to get down from the summit to the Gianetti hut on the Italian side for the night via a two and a half hour descent The ridge to the top was entertaining up pinnacles and down deep gaps. There was a final plod up a snowy groove to the actual summit ridge. At the top there was a weird cone in memory of Esposito who died during the epic first ascent.
Once safely on easy ground, the weather eased and the sun even shone temporarily. The Gianetti hut had many pictures of Cassin himself on the 50th anniversary ascent. We were pretty sure that, in our unshaven states after a tough night out, we looked nearly as hard as he did.
A long, leisurely, breakfast preceded the interminable trudge back over the two passes to the Sasc Fura hut. Soon after leaving the Gianetti, we were relieved to see the Italian pair descending the moraine from the mountain.
Nominally a five hour walk, it took us considerably longer to get back. The Trubinasca Pass seen from a distance reared up as the final barrier. Its steepness was overcome with solid chains on both sides which were very welcome. At the top of the pass thunder, lightning and rain really set in but, by now, we were walking (well stumbling really in my case) on air. The long traverse round to the hut was endless and the final rise up through the trees was an unwelcome sting in the tail.
It was wonderful to be back at the Sasc Fura though. In retrospect, the completeness of the experience was made by the combination of an early start, a superb long route, the summit ridge, the summit itself, the enforced bivvy and the long walk back: all those events in one thirty six hour session.
After a few hours Lorenzo and Gabriele, the Italian climbers, arrived safe and sound. It turned out they had used the bivouac hut on the top, having phoned a friend to ask its whereabouts. They described a horrendous descent down the line of abseils we had attempted in the dark. It was reassuring that they missed in broad daylight the path we lost in the dark.
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