We shook hands. For a moment our eyes met – which I found surprisingly destabilizing. Then we pulled back and there was a mement of what seemed like mutual appraisal. For me, it was like being at a regatta, sizing up the competition on the dock before climbing into the shells. Could I take him? … He could inflict serious damage. I sensed that. But he would be unfamiliar with rowers – men used to toiling backwards, blindly, trained, most of all, to endure.