We propose to you a game with the memories... we are going to publish anecdotes that are alecciating or even friendly, that do not offend anyone... and that when we could fall into this possibility we will avoid giving names... it is our story and we consider that it will be an interesting contribution, amena and will cause some other little fun... and a lot of nostalgia. AND BY SUPPORT WE ADMIT STORY VUESTRAS...

July 2021, Moebius

11.THE BAIONA, RUI MOREIRA, THE GREAT NUMA, FELIX GANCEDO AND ADOLFO DOMINGUEZ

We are in 1984, in the time of Baiona Week (mother of Abanca Week) on Mount Real Yacht Club... among the jurors is Rui Moreira... ex-president of the Portuguese de Vela, ex-president of the Atlantic Sailing Clube of Leixóes... father of Luis Miguel who was also the sheriff of the FPV and the great Rui Moreira... independent mayor by absolute majority of Porto today... the second city of Portugal and the fourth of the Peninsula.

Rui Moreira is invited on the proposal of another of the great ones: Rudy Burmester... the legendary Lusian master and shipowner was super known for his Roxanes... who began being snipes to end up being a formidable cruiser. Rui is asked to be the head of his favorite class, the snipe, in which he will be competing one of his best friends: Félix Gancedo, with Carlos Llamas de proel and his machine... the Grand Numa, who was the flag of the Royal Mediterranean Club in Malaga, of which he was his Commodore.

In Baiona Week everything was Galicia Cups... no one used this name and I proposed it to Cholo Marina and Mount Real... and they all said yes. There was also a gold map of Galicia (what times!, it weighed about 120 grams of gold... today to change would be worth the piece about 10,000 euros)... that would be given to the one who had the most of the first ones in his class...

Well, Felix did three first in the first three races... and in the fourth confident that Rui would tell him nothing was allowed the luxury of being late on the way out... but of course Moreira acted out without the Great Numa... and although Felix made a regatta, he was second after Carlos Pardo "Púa" and that second cost him the gold map... that had been for the Lanzal of the Fontan Family that if he had made four out of four.

But the prizes, they were gold map apart, magnificent. For example, Lanzal won the Roberto Joyero de Cruises Trophyand with it a high-end watch: a Hublot of steel and gold... worth a piece of money.

In snipes the prize was also very valuable: a unique gold smoking jacket made to custom for Felix Ganced. and personally signed by the great Adolfo Dominguez... it was clear that Felix would win as he won all the races at that time.

The best thing was what the Malagasy said in his hand when he put it to him: "To look at my friend Manolo's daring... to order this wonder custom for me... what if I don't win?"... the joke was general.

In that Galicia Cup of Snipe- Grand Prix Adolfo Domínguez had participated some 50 ships, with many of the best in Spain... but Félix, Don Félix, was not much... was a lot.

12.CONDE DE GONDOMAR 1980... _

In 1980 the fifth edition of the Conde de Gondomar Trophy was held... the year in which the high race was the last and it was necessary to go down to Póvoa do Varzim and return to Baiona... approx. 90 miles with a nortada that we haven't forgotten about yet, the ones that live close.

The largest boat in the fleet, the Swan 441 of the Irish Denis Doyle of the Royal Cork Yacht Club... by the way the oldest nautical club in the world... of the year 1720... that is to say, He's 301!.

With this super-boat facade and a bow wind on the turn... up to 35 knots... it had to be the winner in real time if or if.

We used to sleep in the Parador Conde de Gondomar, because the arrivals were in the legendary Tower of the Prince... by the way with a story of the Fourth Millennium, because they had buried in life a princess in the 16th century (according to legend) and the one who was on the morning shift was Javier Quintas, as good a boy as he was afraid of these stories.

Well, at about two o'clock in the morning, Javier revealed to me, and I went to sleep, and I actually saw him "a little bit bumpy," and I said... do you want me to stay?

The fleet was expected with the first lights of the morning, and we knew that in Póvoa the Moonduster was very faded and behind it the Cutty Sark that had Lastra, Javier Gandara, Juan Zarauza and José Gandara son... among others. The "Cutty" was an average and with the conditions that were in the northern window... it was impossible for him to defend his minor rating than the Irish.

About nine o'clock in the morning, or a little earlier, I woke up... I had a coffee and I went raudo and fast to the Prince's Tower... for the journey I used the road that goes next to the medieval wall of the enclosure and I observed that the Cutty was coming to the engine from the line of arrival, because it was already over...

Get in the Tower... Can I have the time of the Moonduster?... and I was very scared with the judge's answer: Manolo Denis Doyle's ship, hasn't come in yet.

I got very nervous and yelled at him: you fell asleep, we fucked up... we took the Count of Gondomar and with all the English ships that are... they're gonna put us on the street!

The truth is that I was right because Javier had left soup at dawn I think on August 18, I calm down, and I went down to the Club... I took the phone from the Monte Real office and called Alfonso Paz Andrade to his office... I told him the very serious problem!Because the Moonduster as I was afraid... was tied to the pants of the Yates Club, more than an hour and a half ago!!

Don Alfonso told me: First, calm down.Does anyone else know what happened? (referred to the father of the Gandara)... yes... and he ordered me: tell him what happened and it will help you for sure.

My response to Paz Andrade was very strong... I don't think that's a good idea, Javier and José are on board!. Manolo, for Pepe Gandara I'm sure the Club is in a situation like this first, trust me and ask Pepe for help...

And I did. Gandara's father's response was immediate. I'm going to go to the Moonduster and I'm going to take him out of the hour they've come in, because they'll have written it down in the log book... we'll add a couple of seconds and a solved subject... no one will suspect anything... please don't know about the Cutty, but we can put it together...

Don José Gandara went to the Moonduster and with his good English he took the time of arrival to the Irish: 07.25.02 and I told Quintas the time of arrival on 07.25.08... he was left more than 20 minutes and Denis Doyle received at 12: 00 on the night of that August 18 his tray from the Coca Cola Concesionaries... a 4 Kg silver bandeje! on Mount Real Club of Yates.

What a gentleman Don José de la Gandara!

13. WITH TROFEU GLORIA I RETIMATE... Don't do it.

There was a race in Baiona that disappeared in 1986 to reappear in the '90s, and again to be absent in the calendar that was unparalleled... the TROFEO GLORIA, which had been established in 1978 by the unforgettable Gloria Faria (qepd, wife of José Luis Freire) that regained a boutique in Vigo, in which it marketed French fashion brands, of the highest prestige.

Well, this race became so important that it was even put on the vitola of the most important in Spain... and it innovated for example with the exits with the beacon of dismantling... the French one, which until then did not spread.

The first eighty were running when the "half ton" dominated... and among them the indomitable Joubert Level: Lanzal and Pairo Three... until he put in danger the one-tonner 30.5 design of Dubois... the "Black Halcon."

Well all of them and about 60 more ships, with a high level in part, began the TROFEO GLORIA to Vigo and from there to Sanxenxo (when there was no marina nor na)... and the owner and lord was the Black Hawk... a rocket by Ricardo Cruzado de Ferrol, which had another large on board, with José María García Lastra.

I remember that in a nightclub in the summer villa pontevedresa, there was something new in the candle: a full-time early-morning award... and in honor of Ricardo Cruzado the success of the Rolling Stones was "I don't know what happens that I see everything black"... in vintage... to honor the leader.

And when everything was scheduled, the stars at the Baiona downhill were confident... they started to haggle among themselves, forgetting the little ones...

Among them was a new First 28 of the Leixóes Atlantic Sailing Clube with José Miguel Folhadela to the cane... which became the bandage, as the favorites fell into a large well in the Ria de Vigo.

The Lusian regatist did not believe it... and he reacted by doing together with the Count of Caria a free bar on Mount Real Club of Yates (served, after the bar by several illustrious Portuguese sailors), that to the cry of FOLHA, FOLHA... They armed her.

He then decided to withdraw, while stating: "It is not possible to repeat this feat, so I will go to golf... and it did so."

14. THE FIRST CLAIM TO THE COMMITTEE OF PROTESTS

We're in 1981... in spring... at the Gloria Trophy. (which would become an Optical General Regatta as early as 1986)... he gets very pissed off at the Regatta Secretariat of the Pisco Eraso Yacht Club... and says very pissed off... I want to protest against the Marensu of Enrique Gómez Landessa!...

Pisco regained on that occasion with a strange Visiers 35 of the Erasus... which was neither a race nor a cruise... for its part the Marensu was a Copper One Tonner 27.5 in aluminium It was a rocket.

The mess was between Pisco and Fernando García Tobío who was going in the Marensu... Pisco apparently shouted at him in the bow at the beacon of Carallones at the entrance of the Ria de Baiona: WATER! with a manifest preference... and Tobío cackling himself replied... With GAS or without GAS?

You can't even imagine the fuss of protest, because the Erasos pretended to disqualify the Marensu for poor education and cachondeo... The worst part was taken by Javier Quintas who was the usual jury in those years in Monte Real.

15.WHEN GOMEZ LANDESA PAYS AN IMAGINARY ENTRY OF MORGAN

Few jokes have been as sound as the one that the Marensu's diapers... with Enrique Gómez Landessa "I've got him" as a great sheriff, you cunt..

We are in 1977... at the Count of Gondomar Trophy, when he was going up to Muros in the long race. The Marensu was not Cobra 27.5, but the one ton old orange... and Morgado (a good sniper) was bald as Yul BrynnerAnd he had a wig... which was already in his own right... conducive to easy jokes.

Morgan, he was joining his bonachon character... the one who got a pussy, and he held on... then he threatened to leave... but he always came back.

The sponsor of that Conde was Ecovigo Publicity and Faro de Vigo took out the typical horrific special of making up the time... with rolls about the history of the race, interviews with the directors of the Monte Real... I assure you of a very good holiday of people...

Well, apparently. Del Rio, Landessa, Gonzalo Romero, Fernando Tobío and Alberto Cancela Serrat They met in Baiona's board room... and they didn't think of anything else. Of course! To fuck the poor Morgado: They wrote an interview that THE NEVER HIZO, getting in and humiliating the rest of the employers... who would participate in the Count.

The day of the publication was the day of the departure for Muros... the Yates Club was a kettle, with all the patterns on the pants and their crews setting up their watercraft ships... and Morgado without suspecting anything he walked through the pants...

They called him defiant... _ HOW YOU'VE BEEN A KNOCK!... The thing about TORPE will be your mother... more or less... until Morgan asked one of them... But what the hell has he done, you two are crazy? Not what's going to happen is that you've been out of your way in life!

Morgado who was already up to the hat of the Marensu's barbecues... was shot at the Yates Club bar and nervous began reading the newspaper... until he found the reason for the goat: Mr. Morgado, you're afraid of the Ardora and the theorist Morgan: IN ABSOLUTE, IN A PREocupant FORM... They're very good.

Bastards.