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~ February 16, 1987SPORTFremantle Says Good on Yer, Mates
America's Cup comes home, brimming with Aussie generosity
America retrieved its old Cup last week in four one-sided yacht
races that showed U.S. sailors and Australian sportsmen at their
best. The man who unthinkable lost the trophy three summers
ago, San Diego's Dennis Conner, won it back with guile at the
beginning and grace at the end, not to mention the fastest
sailboat on the Indian Ocean. "I didn't see a foot put wrong
in any one of the races by any one of their team," losing
Skipper Iain Murray said admiringly. "We made a few mistakes
and were a little bit of the pace." Beaten to every buoy, they
finished each race more than a minute late. But Perth cheered
Yank and Aussie alike, and no one seemed the loser.
Over the past two episodes in the 135-year saga of the Cup,
Americans had to learn from Australians the infinite
possibilities not only of 12-meter boats but of ingenuity
itself. Somewhere along the U.S. line, as Enterprise begat
Courageous begat Freedom begat Liberty, revolutionary
breakthroughs had been luffing. Then, in 1983, influenced by
Dutch technology, a child of the Outback named Ben Lexcen
devised a winged keel for Australia II that altered everything.
Ultimately developing wings of his own, Conner agrees, "It
basically was an art before. We're just starting to scratch it
into a science."
Still, his art was not lost on the relatively inexperienced
sailors of Kookaburra III. "They thrashed us with a better
boat," said Rick Goodrich, a Queensland cowboy grinding his
first winch. And with more than just the boat. Starting
Helmsman Peter Gilmour, who jockeyed for Murray in the pre-race
maneuvers, imagined on the last day that he had succeeded in
cajoling Conner over the line prematurely. "Then I remembered
something," he said. "It's Dennis."
The Aussies had consoled themselves that the first two losses
in the best-of-seven series might have been inconclusive.
Shifting winds made the first something of a lottery, and the
second was waged in the heavier breezes that Stars & Stripes
candidly preferred. But in the third race, just one up-wind leg
in moderate Kookaburra weather told Murray his fate. Near the
dismal end of that afternoon, a rubber speedboat pulled up
alongside the Kook captain. "You've got a bomb on board,' they
said. 'What do you want to do?' Our immediate response was,
'What's the bad news?' Then we thought, 'Here's our chance to
find out if there's life after 12-meter racing.'" The bomb was
a hoax, but questions of the future hang in the air.
"The Cup's got a new, happy life," Conner said. "She seems to
be enjoying it." Still, the site of the next regatta, in 1990,
is undetermined. Political winds figure to blow for San Diego,
whose yacht club is entitled to designate the next pond.
Hawaii's dramatic seas, for example, may be considered splashier
for TV. Under the Deed of Gift, only a foreign power can
dislodge the Cup from wherever the S.D.Y.C. decides to display
it. Just as Southerner Ted Turner once defended for New York
City, any U.S. suitors must now pledge fealty to San Diego.
This may affect the enthusiasm of San Francisco or New York for
anteing up again.
Conner's own legendary enthusiasm is unchanging at 44. "Don't
be surprised if you see most of us back here in the defense,"
he said. In that case, Lexcen predicted, "it'll take a thousand
years--well, maybe a hundred--to get the Cup back." Although
16 year Conner's junior, Murray declared, "I'm unlikely to sail
again in the America's Cup." He is ready to shift into design,
where Cups increasingly will be won. By Conner's calculations,
Stars & Stripes was "at least three-tenths of a knot faster"
than his previous entry, Liberty. All summer he has been
charged with lying in the weeds, and he finally owned up. "We
didn't show all of our cards at the beginning--that's art of the
game. We had a little tiger left in the tank." At the same
time, Conner praised the Kooks: "While I'd like to think
American technology proved its superiority, it wasn't by much."
Australians do great impressions of Americans, and there was
even a locker-room telephone call from Prime Minister Bob Hawke.
But the generous spirit of the hometown reception in Challenger
Harbor would have been hard to match in the States. Jon Wright,
a mainsheet trimmer who has now sailed four Cup finals,
murmured, "It's these two hours that make us come back every
three years." Among the dunked victors bobbing in the sea was
Syndicate Chief Malin Burnham, originator of the extravagant
title the Sail America Foundation for International
Understanding. Amazingly, some was promoted. When Conner was
asked his preference for the next venue, his sentimental reply
was, "Fremantle, Western Australia."
--By Tom Callahan