Our Concept Of A Family Holiday Was

Our House Was Bombed, And The Roof Fell In. We Were Sitting Under The Stairs Of The Basement, And We Were Quite Safe, But It Brought Home The Realization. In Two Nights 400 People Were Killed In Small Town.

I Lived On The Top Of One Hill And The School Was At The Top Of Another Hill. Nobody Ever Went To School By Car - We Didn't Have Any Cars During The War. So That To And From School Was Itself A Training.

The Essence Of Sports Is That While You're Doing It, Nothing Else Matters, But After You Stop, There Is A Place, Generally Not Very Important, Where You Would Put It.

I Found Longer Races Boring. I Found The Mile Just Perfect.

Whether We Athletes Liked It Or Not, The 4-minute Mile Had Become Rather Like An Everest: A Challenge To The Human Spirit, It Was A Barrier That Seemed To Defy All Attempts To Break It, An Irksome Reminder That Men's Striving Might Be In Vain.