Then where does the power come from, to see the race to its end? From within.
I believe God made me for a purpose, but he also made me fast. And when I run I feel His pleasure.
You, Aubrey are my most complete man. You're brave, compassionate, kind: a content man. That is your secret, contentment; I am 24 and I've never known it. I'm forever in pursuit and I don't even know what I am chasing.
And now in one hour's time, I will be out there again. I will raise my eyes and look down that corridor; 4 feet wide, with 10 lonely seconds to justify my existence. But will I?
That was the miscalculation of my life.
He's out I tell you, you're all deaf - deaf and bloody blind! Aubrey I ask you, for God's sake!
What do you mean, not out? You could have heard it from bloody Bournemouth! Come on, Liddell, my innings.
And now in one hour's time, I will be out there again. I will raise my eyes and look down that corridor; 4 feet wide, with 10 lonely seconds to justify my whole existence. But will I?
Aubrey, I've known the fear of losing but now I am almost too frightened to win.
Protocol, Monty, protocol. He is here to show us what may be done, and, more essentially, what may not be.
As well he should. He frightens the living daylights out of me.
Well, when the right woman comes along, how would you feel if she pops the question? [quiet laugh] Ya'see, Mr. Abrahams, like the bridegroom, it's the coach should do the asking.
Yeah, he's fast! But he won't go any faster; not in the dash, anyway. He's a gut runner, all heart, digs deep! But a short sprint is run on nerves. It's tailor-made for neurotics.
Do you want to know why you lost today?
You're over striding. Just a couple of inches.
Now these coins represent the steps in your sprint.
Have you got another two coins, Mr. Abrahams? Well, maybe we can find 'em.
Remember, over striding death for the sprinter.
Slap in the face, each step you take. Knocks you back.
I want you to pretend you're running on hot bricks: if you leave your feet to long on the ground, they'll get burned! Pop, pop, pop! Light, light, light as a feather!