King of Slalom_Alice

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KING OF SLALOM

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Story from Sten Holck

This story is dedicated to my Grandpa, Sten Holck for enthusiastically helping me write this piece.

Thank you.

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Interview How/when did you hear of him?

As soon as I heard of him I started looking when he was racing. It was quite exiting for a Swedish in slalom, it was very unusual for us to have a good athlete in Slalom. .

Did you celebrate after?

I remember after the race everyone was talking about it during breaks this was the topic almost everyone talked about.

Did you think he would win?

Usually at the beginning I’d think he would not win but after I got to know him I realised he was most likely to win. Even though he was behind I still had hope because he ofter managed to take the lead again Where were you when he was racing?

One of his first VM race I remember the most was when I was working at the hospital, there was only one TV there. Everyone wanted to see him. They would roll in the sick patients in their beds and wheelchairs and everyone would cheer. I think all patient became more healthy after he won.

Was he a worthy winner?

He had that special style. He was humble and was never cocky or never acted like a diva.

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THE

King of Slalom Story by Sten Holck written By Alice Falkeström

“Another victory for Ingemar Stenmark this weekend...” The morning news-reporter was blathering, “And we have another World Championship to look forward to later on today!” It was no surprise to see Ingemar win another gold, I thought.

He’s always up on the podium, earning a medal! I walked out the door with anticipation, wearing my navy blue uniform with the sign “Stens Teleservice AB”.

Ingemar before the race, looking a little nervous

It was a cool February morning; the wind held its breath and the clouds were hugging the little town of Malmö. The small crystal flakes were lightly layering a blanket of snow on the ground. There were footprints in the snow, small and large, and the trees had turned into big cotton balls.

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I gleefully marched into the white tall University Hospital. I

was greeted with a warm breeze of cheer and enthusiasm coming from the people in the building. Doctors were walking in different directions and people was coming and going.

Although the entrance was congested and busy, everyone had a simple smile. Our minds were all glancing at the same thought. “ Do you think he’ll win?” One would ask “Seeing his race this weekend he has good chances!” Putting the cables together in the bed was harder than ever, as my mind kept drifting to the same thought. The door was closed, but I could hear the chatter getting louder as the time ticked by.

The clock in the room seemed to slow down as I thought about how much time there was left.

Finally the last ticks from the clock went by and I decided to

start walking to the TV room. Outside, surprisingly, I saw beds being rolled around as if everything was on ice. The wheels of the wheelchairs were swirling like a Ferris wheel. I followed the tribe of ants leading me to the TV room. All of the beds were surrounding the small, squared TV like the children around the cotton candy. I was standing in the back with twodozen sick patients; there were small chatters from the people, making the room less silent. The air in the room was the same everywhere, excitement. Everyone was hopeful, they knew Ingemar Stenmark was not a silver medalist. It was gold, or nothing.

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After a while, the TV started blurring and the only thing

heard was the buzzing as it turned on. It was as if the room was muted, all eyes were glued to the television.

The ski channel was on. I sucked in every word the fast speakers said like a vacuum cleaner. My eyes were gazing at every angle of the screen. Ingemar Stenmark was now shown in black and white on the screen. The slippery ice on the floor melted and everything was still. The dialogue from the TV got more and more intense the closer we were to the race. The volume was getting higher he white slope with red and blue sticks following the slope all the way down. “We have five minutes till the start, what do you think of Ingemar’s chances?” The speakers would ask each other.

The long five minutes went by with small chatters from the patients. We had watched his components going down the slope deliriously. It was going to be a drastic and fierce run for him. He was now standing on the top of the hill with his skiing goggles and looked vicious. Silence had taken over the whole room and zipped our mouths shut. 3… 2...1… Beep!

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Ingemar Stenmark racing 1978 in Garmisch

he loud beep made the whole room jolt and the room was T unmuted; everyone was cheering, “Go Ingemar!” “Come on!”

He was flawlessly dashing down the fluffy, white hill. All of the straight sticks looking like uncooked spaghetti became wobbly cooked spaghetti, as he hit almost every one. Time was ticking but Ingemar was racing the time better than anyone in History. 1:10... 1:11...1:12...1:13...1:14, Time was running out of the sandglass but Ingemar was in the lead by seconds.

A s he raced further down, the volume in the room was

rising. He shifted from side to side, he almost became blurry. I stared at the TV so my eyes turned square, everything about hip was perfect. And… “Jaaaa!” Ingemar was in more than 4 seconds faster than the 2nd place skier. Everyone who could stand up would rise up as he entered the finish line.

Automatically everyone's hands were raised as they screamed, “Jaaaa!”. The room’s climate was captivated, as if all of the patients in the room were healthier. All of them had a smile, masking their sickness. He was the star, Sweden would look at every time it shown. He truly was the ‘King of Slalom

Ingemar and his friends, celebrating his win!

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Afterword Ingemar Stenmark, is said to have made “Sweden stop”. Schools pulled in a TV in the classroom, companies had the TV on and shops would stop working and turn on the TV. Everyone in Sweden would cheer him. Ingemar had a long 15-year career as a skier, from 19741989. During these years he gathered 86 World Cup victories and several Olympic medals. Ingemar was born in the small village Josesjo, Sweden, and started skiing at the age of 5. Ingemar is known as the ‘King of Slalom’ for he smoothly and easily goes down the hill.

Ingemar Is also known as the ‘Silent Swede’ because his personality is very stoic and reticent. This took place 1978 in Garmisch. 1984 his daughter Nathalie was born, he later on marries Ann Ufhage. At this time Ingemar Still skis but winning became lesser priority. Ingemar Stenmark retired 1989 and has turned 60 this year.

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Main Source: My Grandpa

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About the Author Alice Falkestrรถm was Born in Sundsvall, Sweden. At the age of 6 she moved to Wroclaw, Poland but currently lives in Istanbul, Turkey. She attends an International school called IICS (Istanbul International Community School). Alice has two younger siblings, Ida (11) and Jack (9). She has a Mother called Malin and a father called Anders. Right now Alice has a lot of interests such as: Running, Swimming, Rock climbing, Gymnastics, Writing and more.

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