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and   also   get   full   scholarships   to   uni versity.   A   career   can   be   made    in   a   da y.
                Foreigners are welcome, but no one  wants them  to win.  The  Taiwanese pul l out

                the stops to prevent it. I t is a question o f nat ional  pride.
                    At  1  A.M.  Thursday  night  Max  Chen  and  I  were  up  expl oring  the  nuan ces  of
                this  new  structure.  Max  is  my  teacher’s  son  and  a  very  close  friend  of  mine .  He
                has   been   the   U.S.   National   San   Sho u   (Chi nes e   kickbo xing)    Cha mpi on   thr ee

                times,  and  is  an  accomplished  Push  Hands   player.  Max  kno ws  wha t  it’s  like   to
                be  on  the  front  lines  in  international   compet ition.  We  made  a  pl an.  The n  I  lay
                in bed visualizing until 3 A.M.
                    By  Friday  morning  it  was  pouring  torrentially.  Typho on  Nanmadol  was  jus t

                offshore.  I’ve  been  through  a  number   of  hur ricanes   on  boats  in  the   Baha mas,
                and  something  about  this  type  of  br oodi ng,  omino us   bui ldup  in  the   sky   clicks
                me  into  a  highly  efficient  place.  I  was  on  fire  with  ideas.  We  had   int ende d  to
                rest  Friday,  fill  up  the  tanks,  but  that   wasn’t  an  opt ion  any more  with  the   ne w

                rules.  The  whole  team,  ten  of  us,  gat her ed  under   a  huge  gazebo-type   struc tur e
                in   the   park   by   Hsinchuang   Stadium ,   wher e   the   tour nam ent   woul d   be    he ld.
                After living and dying on the mats toget her  for the  past year,  we were a family,
                a  dedicated  unit,  with  utter  conviction  abo ut   our   work,  and  yet  from  one   angl e

                our  situation  was  surely  preposterous.  We  were  gathered  out side  in  a  typho on
                trying   to   figure   out   how   to   survive   witho ut    pedestals.   Max   had   spe nt    the
                morning  jogging  through  the  downpo ur   trying  to  sweat  off  four   po unds   be fore
                the  weigh-in.  The  wind  was  howling       and   even  under   the   gazebo,  rain   hi t  us

                horizontally.
                    Dan   and   I   worked   together   refini ng   new    strategies   on   the   fly.   Whi le   our
                teammates  did  some  light  sparring,  we  spen t  two  hour s  re-creating  our   Fi xed
                Step  theory.  The  key  was  to  roll  with  the  evolving  situat ion  and  cont our   ne w

                tactics   around   the   principles   we   had    di scovered   back   ho me.   Whe n   hi t   with
                such  surprises,  if  you  have  a  solid  foundat ion,  you  sho ul d  be  fi  Tactics  come
                easy  once  principles  are  in  the  blood.   I  felt  con   t.  Hous e  rul es  are  almost
                always in effect when playing on the road—I  knew  thi s from the  che ss da ys and

                previous Taiwanese debacles. H andl ing di rty tricks is a part of the g ame.



                                                           DAY 1

                Saturday    morning.    We   arrived   at   the   stadium    and   weighed    in   at   7:30   A.M.,
                everybody     hungry,    but   no   eating   unt il   we   made   weight .   After   all   the
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