It is the endless history of our dear candle... we have more categories and more classes than sand grains has the ancient Spanish province of Western Sahara... it is simply a dispurpose all the circus mounted.

A few years ago in cruise sailing the categories worthy of "level class" of the "ton cup..." that is, of those who held the charge of world championships were from less to greater: the mineton, 1 / 4 ton, 1 / 2 ton, 3 / 4 ton, one ton and two ton... in which the maximum rating were respectively 16.5, 18.5, 22.0, 24.5, 27.5 and 32.5 in IOR feet. Soon after the old one ton and the two ton would melt into a new one ton of 30.5 and the miniton practically disappeared...

With the arrival of the 90's, the monotypes, case of the already veteran J80, began to step hard, and the new First Class 8 of Beneteau (7 and 10 failed the French shipyard)... this was all, until the IMS, and the CHS that were required to scream by a large part of the Spanish shipowners entered the circus of the candle...

The King's Cup was the first to try the IMS and practically desist the Mount Real Club of Yates... but in Baiona the CHS was premiered in our country... even a winter race was held: the Banco Galician Regata, in which we made the classifications in the three systems: IOR, IMS and CHS, for the shipowners to see the differences.

The CHS was soon adopted by the RANC that then had José de Vallés as Secretary General... but the ratings were issued in London or Paris... and what he sent the CHS to the paper soon was that the ratings for the same ship were different according to the British or French processes... as we say in Galicia a faded...

The IMS... the International Missy System as it was baptized by Perico Sardina began to camp its wide, and here it began the downhill: the world's became an Argentine cunt, the elaboration of the classifications was a permanent dispurpose... and above all the absolute winner of a race was left aside and became many winners... as many as we said as grains of sand in Western Sahara...

Now there is no longer a winner... there are many!... as many as we want and this don't even understand the smartest of the sailing circus, do you imagine a headline in Marca: Real Madrid, Lugo, Fuenlabrada, Burgos, San Fernando, Olot... and the 17 champions of the third... champions... and I wonder what, of trophy winners.

This is a faggot, without any seriousness, or logic of any kind... if you enter a bar of a nautical club in this Spain and you ask yourself aloud is there any winner of the King's Cup here?, more than 200 who claim to have won it can come out.

I repeat, friends, we are the making of serious sports in this heavy candle thing, this is a faggot and we have to end the faggot.

Manuel Pedro Seoane, Editor