Archive for the ‘Cradle Mountain’ Category
CRADLE MOUNTAIN RUN
Date Time Runner Aae Town State
10.24 David Ross 35 Battery Point TAS
11 01 Bruce Chetwv nd 40 Battery Point TAS
11.17 Andrew Law 32 Moonah TAS
11.24 Oliver Williams 42 Sans Souci NSW
11.27 Leigh Privett 46 Albury NSW
11.27 Robert Taylor 51 Natimuk Vic
11.57 Andrew Hicks 34 Bexley NSW
12.34 Robert Simpson 42 Oatlands TAS
12.49 David Sill 40 Wahroonga NSW
12.56 Murray Jones 37 Sandy Bay TAS
12.56 Monty Lester 30 Oatlands TAS
12.57 Peter Bussey 35 Mt Stuart TAS
13.00 John Crook 56 Oatlands TAS
13.00 Bruce Greaves 31 New Town TAS
13.00 Roger Nelsen 43 Campbell Town TAS
13.01 Viv Woodward 37 Devonport TAS
13.15 Paul Birch 31 Devonport TAS
13.15 Les Savage 38 Devonport TAS
13.16 David Heap 32 Burnie TAS
13.17 Graeme Fennell 53 Mt Nelson TAS
13.18 Sue Gray 47 RSD 413 A TAS
13.24 Iain Montgomery 51 Mt Nelson TAS
13.44 Chery Horne 44 Glenorchy TAS
13.44 Ron Horne 35 Glenorchy TAS
13.45 Steve Nordish 43 Canterbury NSW
13.45 Jeanette Collin 45 South Hobart TAS
14.12 Larry Scott 44 Campbell Town TAS
14.25 Richard Edmunds 46 Cerrge Town mac
14.25 Allan Graham 30 2/81 George Street TAS
14.25 Tom Leaver 49 Low Head TAS
14.40 Keith Lancaster 43 Somerset TAS
14.51 Lloyd Febey 45 Burnie TAS
14.51 Sue Wright 43 Burnie TAS
14.51 Kerry Wright 43 Burnie TAS
14.56 Keith Hewlett 53 Otago Bay TAS
15.07 Dennis Nation 55 Sandy Bay TAS
15.55 Patrick Austin 53 Illawong NSW
15.55 Lyn Cribb 38 Woy Woy NSW
15.55 David Girvan 61 Woy Woy NSW
DNF Richard Bartlett 46 Cremorne NSW
DNF Alf Field 50 Ki llara NSW
DNF David Johnson 28 Oatlands TAS
DNF Michael Maddock 49 Geilston Bay TAS
DNF Neil Sargison 41 Lauderdale TAS
DNF Lindsay Webb 31 Moonah TAS
DNF Bob Whittle 50 Howrah TAS
DNF John Ayliffe 148 Palm Beach NSW
Cool: overcast misty on plateau, clearing to fine later; track wet Runners : 47 Average: 13:26
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The Ballad of Cliff Young
Sheilas, cobbers, mates and mums
while I have your ears, Be upstanding, join me in
three hearty Aussie cheers. Sing the song of champions
like you’ve never sung. Roar and shout and sing it out
for good old Cliffy Young.
Cliff the spud man farms a block
down by Colac town.
He’s their fav’rit son today
of nash-un-ul renown. Fleet of foot and strong of heart
as game as good old Ned, The mother’s son, at sixty-one
who never goes to bed.
It all began one summer morn when Cliff sat down to eat —A humble sort of breakfast
for our hero don’t eat meat.
A little pest called Fred the fly made camp on Cliffy’s nose,
With all his might Cliff threw a right
as good as Lionel Rose.
Well Filthy Fred was unperturbed,
he simply shifted camp
So Cliffy fired the dishcloth
at the pesky little scamp.
The cheeky bugger deftly dodged
the missile as it sped —
To miss the fly and strike the eye in Cliffy’s brother’s head.
Now Fred was game but just the same he buzzed out through the door As Cliffy put his gumboots on
to tackle him once more.
They streaked across the paddock, ran to Warrnambool and back.
A scratch-race keen as ever seen; cross-country or on track.
Soon Filthy Fred was tiring
but he weren’t a fly to quit, He rested on a cow-pad
where he did his little bit.
He started getting mobile
on a north by north-west route But he was flung back to the dung by Cliffy’s deadly boot.
To Cliff this bit of exercise
was just a warm-up run. He dug a few potatoes
then the mustering begun. The man from Snowy River rode and Clancy lent a hand
But Cliffy beat them all on Shanks’
so give the lad a hand.
He’d found his second wind by now so off he ran to Perth
Where Herb and Perc were training
in the sand-hills of their birth. They asked him if he’d join them
and our drover said, “Why not?” But stone a crow! He found them slow
and lapped them at a trot.
Returning `cross the Nullarbor
as steady as you like, He shuffled past a champion
out riding on his bike.
Cliff beat him at pursuit and sprint
the bikie dipped his lid.
Then Cliff said, “Mate, I’m running late. I’ll see you later Sid!”
When he arrived in Adelaide
a Pommy Test was on
And who stood at the crease, my friends?
None other than `The Don’.
His form was good as ever
but a yorker struck his boot.
Of course he asked if Cliff could run
for him as substitute.
Now, Bradman batted all that day and through the next till tea,
To make his score, in ones and twos, a triple century.
Cliffy didn’t raise a sweat
he’s never known to tire.
So with “Good day.” He went his way, the great Beech Forrest Flyer.
He shuffled down to Bordertown to loosen up his bones
And chanced upon a motorist
whose name was Alan Jones. Cliff passed him with a floppy wave
then left the champ for dead And Jonesy blew his motor
as our hero surged ahead.
Cliffy, getting thirsty,
shuffled into Y. and J’s
Where even Chloe greeted him with winks and pelvic sways.
He drank the cellar dry (I’m told)
The barman made it clear, EM
“You’ll have to go, I’m sorry Cliff but we’re fresh out of beer.”
That caused a brawl twixt one and all. You should have seen the fight. He flattened Paul Ferrari,
then he put out Fammo’s light. Crackers Keenan, Jacko too,
went crashing to the floor;
He shuffled out to Flinders Street when no one wanted more.
Melbourne’s weather changed of course, the rain came tumbling down. He shifted into second gear
and made for Sydney town.
He sprinted straight across the bridge,
dived off the Opera House,
Beat Dawn across the Harbour
Man, I tell you it was grouse!
Swimming through the harbour heads
he went mile after mile
Until at last he bumped into the famous Apple Isle.
He spoke to all the greenies
made a compromise with Gray,
Then tried a drop of Cascade when he got to Sandy Bay.
Taswegians often feel left out yet never give up hope So Cliffy wore a lifebelt
and secured the isle with rope.
He towed it doing backstroke
up to where the mainland is. So put your hands together folks
for Aussie’s latest whizz.
Sprinting north for Queensland,
he avoided seeing Joh,
Then started running double-time
because he spotted Flo.
He thrashed Rod Laver at the net
without a second thought, Then took on Evonne Goolagong
and wiped her off the court.
West across the Gulf he sped and up to reach `The Top’ He fought a buffalo or two
but had no time to stop; South again, he climbed `The Rock’ (again in record time)
He ran past emus and a ‘roo
so fast I’ve lost me rhyme.
Suddenly he felt the strain;
his legs began to stiffen He sauntered off to Canberra
and swam Lake Burley Griffen.
But every man must meet his match. Before he caught his breath, He ran into Bob Hawke … and folks
BOB TALKED POOR CLIFF TO DEATH. ………………………….
Congratulations, Cliff Young
from all Australians.
