"I admit last night was better than the night before or the day before. Never-ending tacks in squalls. You end up feeling that you're really finding your way forward step by step, which is never enjoyable sailing. Sailing under ten knots may not sound that bad, but I wasn't happy. It reminds me of another experience: During a friendly race in the Figaro Grand Prix, I took aboard a businessman, a leading light in the area, who had all sorts of diplomas. His assistant told him he was "with Desjoyeaux, as he's the best and always wins." We started. A false start and we had to go back and start again. We ended up 15th, I think. During the race, the bloke never touched a single rope, never asked a single question and just chatted way to his friend throughout the entire race. Back in the harbour his assistant was waiting. "So Mr. President, what happened?" A curt reply: "I don't like rankings with two digits." Not a thank you, not a look of acknowledgement. Well, I don't like single digit speeds! But today, it's better. I like it like that."
Michel Desjoyeaux (Foncia) in his daily message