Half term – Go Ride report, Woodcote High, Coulsdon
The Woodcote school sports partnership deserves a medal I’ll tell you. They organised three days of cycle coaching for the half-term break this week – 30 eight year olds (as opposed to 38 year olds - which would have been completely different) signed up for the sessions which offered five hours of coaching on each of the three days. This is my favourite gig of all the school sessions I do because it allows you to take kids through progressive sessions from the morning on day one to the end of day three, so they really get a chance to learn, make mistakes and improve greatly. I was happy to take holiday time off work to do it and anyway, British Cycling have suddenly found a budget of £80 a day for the coach. Recession? These are our future Chris Hoys, what recession?
Today was day one - track racing skills.
It’s amazing when the kids turn up – what do you reckon their parents are like? Worrying nervously about how they’re little ‘urns are going to get on. Hanging around on the fringes of the session offering advice because they know better where their kids are concerned? Not a bit of it – they drive up at 10am - dump the kids, sling the bike out of the boot, say “see you at 3pm then, good luck with this one†and by 10.01am they’re out of there in the 4x4. Blissfully on their way to whoknowswhat assignation, joyously child-free for a day, happy to leave their beloved offspring in the hands of a coach they’ve never even seen before. Fortunately as long as I have 30 children, 30 bikes, 30 helmets and a vast expanse of tarmac I can guarantee that we’re going to have a fun day.
I need to teach this lot everything they need to know about track racing as by the end of the day we’re going to do some Keirin racing and a Devil. They’ve never even seen a track bike (some of them have never even seen a track) so we’re on mountain bikes on a flat, 150 metre, concrete oval. First I teach them how to start from being held by a helper and getting real angry into the first turn. Then they have to learn how to ride in pairs, threes, fours and large groups while circulating at speed. Next they play ‘get out of jail’ where a rider’s number is called, they come out of the circulating pack, sprint round the track and rejoin the group at the back.
By the time everyone has mastered enough skills to be entrusted with a race I’ve got a pretty good idea of their relative abilities so can seed the groups for the heats. I’ve enlisted a helper to ride the pace bike and we run heats to whittle the 30 riders down to a final six. Its frantic action. These kids are more competitive than Australians. There are loads of crashes, scraped elbows, cut knees, tears and one tantrum but the bottom line is they love it, can’t stop, and just keep getting better as the day progresses.
After lunch I run the Devil race with 3 groups of ten then two groups of 15 while they get some idea of the tactics, before unleashing them into the highlight of the day, a 30 rider Devil race which is as hotly disputed as anything I saw in Beijing. Absolute ferocity on display as despite knowing the tactics (just do enough to be NOT the last rider over the line on every lap) every single rider wants to be the first rider over the line on EVERY lap. With 30 riders were going 28 laps which means 28 full on sprints and there are kids in danger of not even making the distance after lap two. Nobody likes to see an 8-year-old turn blue but it’s happening here as, in defiance of all known laws of lactate tolerance, they make death or glory surges for the line every few seconds and somehow just keep going.
By the end its less of a sprint and more of a limp across the line for the final pair of riders but the glory is none the less huge for the winner. Unbelievably some of them want to do another one! The last event of the day and by this time parents have arrived to pick up kids, looking on bemused by the frantic, repetitive sprinting of the Devil race just finishing.
Kids look absolutely shattered but on request for a show of intent as to who’s coming back tomorrow for a day of mountain bike racing round the schools enormous landscape of playing fields, every single hand shoots into the air.
Finally, bikes are packed into boots and children are whisked away. Around the family dinner table this evening there will be tall tales of how they out sprinted Sir Chris Hoy – that bloke who was on sports personality of the year. One day maybe, just maybe….