He wasn't going to win on his own that's for sure, but what if he had been helped across the line before the South African passed them both and took first place.
I believe the rules of Triathlon allow one competitor to go to the aid of another competitor; so no rule was broken.
Anyone who has been in the Army will be perplexed by the reaction to this. I heard one soppy tart on the radio say how she cried when she saw the end to the race and the courage and love shown by Alistair. Whoop de ****ing doo, he helped his brother run a couple of hundred yards. Try lugging GPMP for 5 miles on top of your own rifle because Fat Mike Russell has collapsed with heat exhaustion and the rest of the section are either dragging him along or are carrying his ammo, Bergen and kit. Or being told you've got the Clansman radio to haul because Winny Nelson isn't strong enough to carry it. **** you Winny and **** you Jonny. And Alistair. Marchin' on together eh? GTF.
He ain't heavy, Carmine. He's your brother. Or sister. Or person of non-specific gender in today's modern, all inclusive, twenty-first century, peace keeping, multi-disciplinary, coordinated, defence conglomerate.
On the radio the morning after, loads of people were messaging in saying it was a wonderful show of brotherly love etc, then they got one text saying 'if it was my brother, I'd have laughed and stepped over him shouting loser'
I love how he just shoved him over the line and he crumpled in a heap in the floor. Brotherly love and all that.
My dad's uncle was a staff sergeant who served in Northern Ireland and the Falklands. It was his job to bollock recruits on a British army base in Germany. Never met him but judging by how my dad described, he seemed like a terrifying bloke.
