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Klassementsbepalingen Brabantbeker 2015

Netherlands Open Water Web - Fri, 27/10/2017 - 16:48

De 6 Brabantse Open Water organisaties hebben samen de klassementsbepalingen Brabantbeker 2015 vastgesteld. Zie bijlage.

De wedstrijden worden georganiseerd door en gehouden op:

1. Arethusa : zaterdag 4 juli

2. SBC-2000 : zondag 9 augustus

3. PSV (incl. NK) : zaterdag 29 augustus

4. De Warande (incl.NK) : zondag 30 augustus

5. De Dommelbaarzen : zondag 6 september

6. De Biesboschzwemmers : zaterdag 12 september

We nodigen iedereen uit om te komen deelnemen in Brabant en wensen jullie een sportief Open Water seizoen toe.

Bijlage:  Klassementsbepalingen Brabantbeker 2015.pdfNederlands nieuwsregio-br
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Taylor Ruck Roars With Two WJ Records As Canada Takes ‘Team’ To New Level On 7:51

Swimvortex - 3 hours 49 min ago
At every level, Canada's Project Team is taking hold, this day the turn of Kayla Sanchez, Penny Oleksiak, Rebecca Smith and Taylor Ruck to land a Maple masterclass with a World Junior Record 7:51.47 victory over 4x200m freestyle at the global youth championships in Indianapolis. Building teams means having more than four: Mabel Zavaros raced in heats to help get the final foursome to their blocks - courtesy of Swimming Canada
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INDIANÁPOLIS Tres finales para empezar

Primer día de competición en la cita júnior por excelencia de la natación. En la sesión matutina se han librado las primeras series con presencia española. Claudia Espinosa, Cristina García, Laia Martí, Andrea Prades, Julia Pujadas, Fran Arévalo, Marcos Gil y Hugo González de Oliveira han entrado en liza.
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Martinenghi & Smith Set Championship Marks On First Morning At World Juniors

Swimvortex - Wed, 23/08/2017 - 18:46
There were two meet records and three new entries in the world senior rankings for 20 on the first morning of global junior championships. The rankings count did not include the Italian who had already made that grade this year, Nicolo' Martinenghi setting a 59.53 championship record in the 100m breaststroke. Regan Smith, USA, clocked 59.52 in the 100m backstroke, Canada's Taylor Ruck on 59.6; and Emily Weiss, USA, goes, sub 31sec 50 breaststroke
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Lake George Marathon Swim

marathonswimmers.org - Wed, 23/08/2017 - 17:19

IronMike said: Come on @Bridget, enough rest for you. Come tell us how your swim went!

Sorry! Slow on the uptake-- it has been quite an adventure, both the swim and the astonishing community response-- In a nutshell, as the dreaded Dicken's said, "It was the best of times, it was the worst of times." ;-) The lake had dropped a few key degrees, which I had trained for, so I was hopeful. The first night was cool, but beautiful. Clear sky, I watched the moon rise over the mountains, and made good progress. I did look forward to the sunrise, in hopes that it would make me a bit warmer. As beautiful as the sunrise was, and the day as it progressed, I did not notice an increase in warmth-- in fact, daylight just let me see more clearly the goosebumps on my arms under the Desitin. I did a few sunrise strokes of Butterfly for my friend Doris Russell back in Maryland-- in her mid 90s, and USMS record holder for a few fly events in her recent age groups. ;-) I knew it wasn't going to be an option at the end.

The first night was so calm and clear, I thought a lot of Sarah Thomas, one lake over, making her way north after her first night was so wretched. I wished there were a way to find out how she was doing, but I loved the fact that we were swimming together. :-) Matching diaper cream!!! Everyone should take on that style.

We had a second boat to shuttle in a morning kayaker, and two overnight kayakers departed-- while I started daydreaming about warm soup and pizza, one of the men on the boat mentioned bringing a Bunsen burner! He warmed up some of my son's blue Gatorade for me-- totally disgusting, but warm. ;-) It offered momentary comfort-- and showed how very supportive Team 32 was. I could tell it was a beautiful day from the sunshine, and the fact that the team kept taking off jackets and lounging in t-shirts.

Mid-afternoon of August 9, we hit a squall. I worried about thunder, and swam harder to manage the waves and wind. The boat had to back away a bit, but my son Quinn hit his stride as a kayaker- navigating the waves, keeping me on course. I could see him really come into his own, and was so glad he had come to be part of the team. The silver lining of the storm was that I was warm, but knew I could not maintain that pace and warmth for long. When Jim C. paddled to the group to take on the last leg of my swim, he had two water bottles of chicken noodle soup!!! YES!!!!! Warm, warm, warm. He said to take the cap off to get the noodles and chicken, but I had ingested enough lake water by that time (and the first thing I teach beginners is NEVER drink the water- it has feet in it.), and I only drank the broth through the squeeze cap. I was aware of people boating and paddling closer to see what was going on, and Quinn waving people away so they didn't cross my path.

Knowing I was in the Hague area was a mixed blessing. I had paddled from the Hague beach to Ticonderoga weeks prior in 4:20, and figured I'd need an extra hour to get totally to Diane's Rock, and more to account for tiredness. I could see Anthony's Nose (a sort of peninsula I had to go around) in the distance, and thought I might still finish by full dark. But I just couldn't make progress toward Anthony's blasted Nose. My original training plan involved a progression past 15 miles to 20 and 25, but life happens, and I wasn't able to do more than split a 25 mile swim across about 36 hours. I knew it was a risk, and the last section of the swim might have gone better had I realized a few things would shift for me beyond a certain point.

Things that changed in the second half, or at least last third- I wanted the paddlers much closer, and didn't care where the main boat was. I wanted to throw up often, but worked at keeping steady to not alarm my very novice crew. Letting it go and starting with fresh food might have given me a bit of a boost. My feeding plan was great in the first half, as it mirrored training. Having more time for longer swims would have been smart, but I certainly learned a lot in this swim. Happy to share, not doing it again. ;-) I was very aware that I was hallucinating, but figured that as long as I knew it, I was ok. I'd take a breath and see black spray paint graffiti on the sky over a paddler's head, and it would be gone in the next breath. My eyes started closing before darkness fell on the second night.

When I finally passed that blasted Nose, and was at Rogers Rock, I knew I was within what should have been two hours. I have no idea of the real time, but it was likely closer to four by the time I got to Diane's Rock. I was shifting to breaststroke and side stroke periodically, and my freestyle count had gone from 55 at the start to in the 30s at the end. But I was moving, and although people who had seen me swim could tell I was very slow, I felt solid for the last stretch while doing freestyle. Odd. But I was flanked by Quinn on my left, and Jim C. on my right. Quinn would yell (I had earplugs), "MOM! Eat this- you need solid food." and hand me a small bite sized piece of a protein bar. Sassy lad, eh? ;-) And I was a good Mom and did not spit it into the lake, no matter how my stomach felt. Alternately, Jim would just reach a soup bottle toward me, and I'd roll over to drink some and then go on.

Rogers Rock to Diane's Rock passed in a muddled blur, and I had no idea that people were following me in boats, on docks, lining the beach to cheer, and posting all over Facebook about my progress. Many people told me of going from one point to another to keep up. I remember the bright lights of the Baldwin boat launch, and very little else. When I got to Diane's Rock, I slipped and climbed and scrambled my way clear of the water, and hit the stop button on my watch. 28:06. Quinn was kayaking to the end, the boat with his iPhone was back a bit in deeper water to avoid rocks, and so the tracker kept going until he got to it.

I had to scramble back into the channel to climb out a few feet away onto my friend Joan's property-- where family and friends had gathered at her "point" nearby. I was bundled up, someone said it was after 1:15am, and I saw Jim Beaty's boat just past where I was sitting, but did not see any of my team beyond Quinn that night. It was late, everyone needed to get sleep, and I think we were all glad to be in Ticonderoga, and not have to drive from Lake George Village. I had a lovely shower in Joan's house, stopped by a few days later with all sorts of cleaning supplies to make up for the totally rude way I sprayed lake water all over it (although Mom and my aunt, Martha cleaned it up, and Joan said not to worry about the carpet). Really???? How to be a good guest? Ew. Once I was home, my own garden took a hit before I was settled on that front. Yes-haw. TMI? Your turn may come.

I was up and about the next day, and my son was my driver, as I was feeling a bit loopy. I had jet lag for most of a week- couldn't sleep at night, tried to nap. Got really hungry, but couldn't eat much. Weird.

I was thrilled to hear about Sarah's astonishing triumph-- and glad to see familiar faces at the Betsy Owen's swim in Lake Placid the following Saturday. I wasn't setting any personal best times, but I did the 2 & 1 mile swims and felt great. I knew I needed to keep moving, and going to that swim helped. I really hope I can pull off a 10K this weekend. ;-) It's a grudge swim-- it turned into a 7.5 K last summer, but I'm hoping I've done the miles at such a consistent pace for up to 10 miles that I make the cut off for the last loop.

There has been an overwhelming outpouring of support, and I'm still hearing stories of people who came out at all hours to be a part of it. Even this post from Mike, I just saw this morning. In a town where high school football is king, I was on the McDonald's sign, and had August 10 proclaimed Bridget Simpson Day. (No break on my taxes, but there were pretty flowers!). Someone I teach swimming with is planning to focus her daily swims and work toward a 5 or 10K next summer. How cool is that?

I likely had the single most inexperienced team to undertake a swim of this magnitude since Webb swam the Channel in 1875, but we did it!!!! Happy dance!!!! Team 32 got it together and set the bar high. And they were very good sports when I took so much longer than hoped. ;-)

Happy Mike? ;-) Look what you started. . .

Have a great day, everyone-- and get some good swimming in!

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Universiade Pace-Setting Wins For Ohashi, Quadarella, Horomura (1:53.9, 200 ‘fly)

Swimvortex - Wed, 23/08/2017 - 16:10
Universiade records tumbled on the fourth day of action in Taipei today, Italy’s Simona Quadarella joined by Japan’s Yui Ohashi and Nao Horomura in the club of World Student Games pace-setters, with American Andrew Wilson and Ireland’s Shane Ryan rattling scaring standards as they claimed their own golds. Horomura’s was the swim of the day: […]
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The Ecstasy of Rough Water

Loneswimmer - Wed, 23/08/2017 - 10:50

I stand and I watch and I look.

The sky is blue. The sky is grey.
There are clouds, there are no clouds.
There is wind. There is always Father Wind, always Mother Ocean.

Wind blows onshore, a santoku knife chops up the water surface, spray and solid lumps of water scatter.
Wind blows offshore raking the swell to combed combers.

Days wash into each other, waves wash into me, I wash into the ocean.

How high are the waves? What direction is the true wind? Is there swell or chop or have the two conjoined to birth a new water child?

Can I get in? Of course.

Can I get out? That’s why I watch.

Walking down a beach, calf-deep water, then the shock of water around my chest, as a wave has tripped and fallen on me to take away my decision. I am pushed back, I surge forward.

I stand on steps, above the water, step down to ankle deep, launch forward in a shallow dive into the wave wrapping 200 degrees around the platform into the steps. I bounce inelegant.

Whipped water and foam, green and white and tan mixing up shades of khaki, wheat and almond. A solution of ocean, sand in suspension, muddy without mud, unclear and opaque, light backscattered off motes.

I stay low, under the waves. Crocodile eyes. Small waves are big waves. Big waves are huge waves. Huge waves are the Sun, small waves are hell.

I stop and watch the back of the wave that has passed, that view of wave that the landlubbers never see, because it is neither photogenic nor obvious. The breaking front is hidden, moving away from me, and who photographs the back of a model’s head? The back of the wave is the truth of the wave. It has not the makeup of a peeling front, no props of a push-up beach or reef to fool you about what it really is. No-one knows waves who does not know the back of waves. From behind the wave is revealed, to those who know to look and judge. I know to look.

Small waves jostle each other and me. They slap me in the face. Winds, waves, and me playing Three Stooges slapstick with me as the slapee. They punch me in the chest as I force my way through. I fight them, they fight back, even when I am moving, they are winning. They are always winning.  I am Jack the Giant Killer, fooling the waves and the ocean, not actually fighting the giant, but sneaking around, running across the kitchen floor as the giant suddenly sees me and I aim for a mouse-hole hoping to get out of reach before the giant can turn on me.

I pass a crab. Here in burly ten metre deep jade water, a half-palm sized crab passes under me, on a diagonal pelagic mission. A swimming mission. I stop above it to look, and below me it turns back. Claws extended, it faces its Galactus and charges. But I am not its god. I am filled with ineffable joy at the encounter and swim away.

Five metres away a seal, hound of the ocean, comes up to share the playground and we look at each other and I see nothing in those black eyes and I am not delusional or ignorant enough of the sea enough to claim kinship or any understanding.

Grey on grey and white, a ring-billed gull drops down to verify me. I move so slowly but it stays with me, riding the interface above the chop, catching micro squalls, riding currents that rise off the swells, mere metres above my head, floating there, blessing me and then banks away, and I am forgotten.

The big waves are indifferent, impersonal. I swim uphill on the face of groundswell, before I crest the rollercoaster, more aptly named than any human construction for entertainment, and I plunge into the trough. At the offshore peak I amplify the ocean with and into my arms, scream my freedom. I fall forever into the trough and hit the bottom like a high diver who hasn’t lined up for a correct ten point entry. It’s not a sine wave, it’s a charging cycle; long slow uphill charge, quick plunging discharge.

Kelp grabs, dead women’s hair and dead men’s boot laces wrap around my neck and arms. They slide off and wrap around me in an embrace. Fragments of wrack look like they have been spat out by Leviathan.

Debris, flotsam, jetsam, the spilled coffee mess of decayed organic matter mixed with foam, cappuccino of the sea.

White feathers in the sea beneath me, brighter and whiter and floating there like gravity does not exist, like they have come from the wings of water angels, for from where else could they have come? A pantheon of the deep, never seen, never spoken of, Oceanics instead of Celestials, Reefs instead of Thrones. Benthic elohim, Lords of the Deep. I know they are there, and I reach out and a whisper of translucency glides over my hands, not actually touching, laminar flow gliding the feather around my hand.

I entertain the sea. Getting high for a view, lifted and spun by the Atlantic, we briefly collaborate in a dance of eccentric orbits, interfering and assisting. The galactic mass of the ocean is indifferent to my tiny asteroid. No meteor me, the ocean occasionally presents a cosmic ray of waves for collusion in a momentary flare of comet-like trajectory, as I wave-surf, the white horse this time bucking to be broken, and I slip onto Enbarr of the Flowing Mane, steed of a god and we are man and mount, Manannán mac Lir. I am the Son of the Sea. I am Ahab and Ishmail and I am the White Whale and the White Rider and Jaws and Jonah.

And then I am bucked off, my pelagic steed roars away, another tramples my head and I am ridden over by a stampede and I swim after them, swim into them, swim with them. No reins, no saddles on any of us.

Water is sculpted into an assault weapon. I am the target. We weave around each other. It gets a grip, throws me to the mat, I twist and wriggle free, half-thrown, spitting water. We circle and eye each other, but I blink first.

I always blink first.

The littoral is warfare, the front line of battle, and I wish to cross no-man’s land – to defect. I watch and count, as close to the interface as possible, which only I can master, then swift Tarzan strokes, I reach out and grab the railing, my timing immaculate, that touch of the ocean Celestial’s blessing that is my gift, I use the momentum and abandon my post.

The beach is there, the water scoops me up and instead of smashing me down into the sand I rise in elegance and I am gently placed on my feet and I walk easily and smoothly out of the breaker like an avatar of the ocean, and I am reborn to the land, and lose all my grace and certainty.

I probably stub my toe on a stone shortly thereafter.

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 Thanks to Suzie Dods (SF Dolphin Club) for input and swim friendship.

Third part of an occasional series, about what it means to be a real ocean swimmer.

Part 1: The Reverie of Cold

Part 2: In the Depths, The Stars


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Spanish swimmer stays on blocks at World Champs to hold minute's silence for Barcelona victims

New Zealand Herald Swimnews - Wed, 23/08/2017 - 09:19
A Spanish swimmer sacrificed his own race in the final of the Masters World Championships in order to honour the victims of the Barcelona terror attacks.14 people were killed and 130 injured on Thursday when a driver deliberately...
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Resultados de la 8ª Etapa Copa de España

Disputada la octava etapa de la III Copa de España de Aguas Abiertas en la preciosa localidad de Mijas, la competición entra ya en su fase decisiva. La VI Travesía a Nado Steelives Torreón—Cala de Mijas, organizada por el Ayuntamiento de esta localidad malagueña, Steelives y el CN Mijas, nos dejó un fin de semana lleno de emoción.
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J. Aznar: "Hay que prepararse mucho mentalmente"

Tres triunfos en tres partidos disputados y clasificación directa para los cuartos de final. Ese es el inmaculado balance de nuestra selección juvenil femenina en el Europeo de Novi Sad hasta la fecha. Las chicas de Javi Aznar esperan rival para el jueves y antes de la gran cita hemos hablado con el seleccionador para que nos dé sus impresiones.
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Nieuwe app KNZB Waterpolo

KNZB (The Netherlands) - Wed, 23/08/2017 - 02:00

Nieuwe app. waterpolo wedstrijdzaken, voorheen Sportlinked, online. 

Voor de waterpolocompetities is de app in waterpolo look en uitvoering uitgebracht.

​Voor meer info klik ​https://www.sportlink.nl/waterpolo/

 

 

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Spannende strijd in Alternatieve klassementen en nieuwe column beschikbaar over Wietse Beerens en Nico Wempe

Netherlands Open Water Web - Tue, 22/08/2017 - 21:27

Met nog een paar wedstrijden te gaan is de strijd om de Alternatieve Klassementen spannender dan ooit. Tijdens het ONK, in Wilhelminadorp en Vlissingen, is er op de ONK onderdelen zelfs een dubbele puntentelling. 1 verenigingsbeker, 2 vrije slag bekers en met ingang van dit seizoen ook 2 schoolslag bekers worden op zaterdagochtend 30 september 2017 in Zeist uitgereikt.

In de column “Nico, wie?” wordt Wietse Beerens, kanshebber voor de schoolslag beker, vergeleken met de vooralsnog snelste Aller tijden op de schoolslag. Ga naar http://www.georgesports.eu/nl/column173.html om de hele column te lezen.

Nederlands nieuwsNederland (ongebonden)KNZB (klassementswedstrijd)
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NOVI SAD España accede a cuartos directamente

La selección juvenil femenina se ha clasificado para los cuartos de final del Europeo de Novi Sad después de vencer con mucha comodidad (25—3) a Turquía en el tercer y último partido de la fase de grupos. Las chicas de Javi Aznar han encadenado tres victorias seguidas tras su debut el domingo (ante Israel, Eslovaquia y Turquía) y esperan rival para medirse el jueves en cuartos.
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Deelnemerslijst 25e PSV Arena SportEmotion kanaalrace 2017

Netherlands Open Water Web - Tue, 22/08/2017 - 20:53
Datum: zaterdag, 26 augustus, 2017 (Hele dag)

Let op:

De 25e PSV Arena SportEmotionkanaalrace wordt gehouden op een nieuwe locatie, namelijk in het Eindhovens kanaal, Havenhoofd in Eindhoven.

Bijgevoegd de deelnemerslijst bijgewerkt t/m 22 augustus 2017.

Mochten er zaken in staan die niet correct zijn, graag op korte termijn mailen naar: info@psvopenwater.nl

Conform onze wedstrijdbepalingen moeten alle startgelden voor alle ingeschreven starts vanaf 21-8-2017 12:00 uur betaald worden. Alle afmeldingen vanaf 21-8-2017 12:00 uur tot een half uur voor aanvang van de wedstrijd zullen met de code "AFG" in de uitslagen worden opgenomen. Alles daarna is NG of NGZA. Dit ter beoordeling van de scheidsrechter.

Bijlage:  20170826_startlijst_psv_openwater.pdf PSV Kanaalrace Havenhoofd Eindhoven 2017.jpgNederlands nieuwsEindhoven - NEDKNZB-regio-BR
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Deelnemerslijst 25e PSV Arena SportEmotion kanaalrace 2017

Netherlands Open Water Web - Tue, 22/08/2017 - 20:53
Datum: zaterdag, 26 augustus, 2017 (Hele dag)

Let op:

De 25e PSV Arena SportEmotionkanaalrace wordt gehouden op een nieuwe locatie, namelijk in het Eindhovens kanaal, Havenhoofd in Eindhoven.

Bijgevoegd de deelnemerslijst bijgewerkt t/m 22 augustus 2017.

Mochten er zaken in staan die niet correct zijn, graag op korte termijn mailen naar: info@psvopenwater.nl

Conform onze wedstrijdbepalingen moeten alle startgelden voor alle ingeschreven starts vanaf 21-8-2017 12:00 uur betaald worden. Alle afmeldingen vanaf 21-8-2017 12:00 uur tot een half uur voor aanvang van de wedstrijd zullen met de code "AFG" in de uitslagen worden opgenomen. Alles daarna is NG of NGZA. Dit ter beoordeling van de scheidsrechter.

Bijlage:  20170826_startlijst_psv_openwater.pdf PSV Kanaalrace Havenhoofd Eindhoven 2017.jpgNederlands nieuwsEindhoven - NEDKNZB-regio-BR
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Paltrinieri’s Plinth In Pantheon Has Full Set Of 1500 Golds: Student Title His In 14:47

Swimvortex - Tue, 22/08/2017 - 13:57
Gregorio Paltrinieri kept alive his bull run of four seasons “unbeaten in big battles” over 1500m freestyle, the Universiade crown in Taipei taken in 14:47.55 to mark his sixth successive major since 2014. The Italian's triumph grants him a full set of all golds open to him in major international waters. A good place to be as he heads off for six months in the company of Mack Horton
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Fallece el nadador máster Antonio Sánchez

Hoy nos hemos levantado con una pésima noticia. El nadador máster Antonio Sánchez Mondéjar, ´Antuán´ para sus amigos y allegados, nos ha dejado después de no superar una operación a la que fue sometido en Budapest.
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List of Swim Ideas

marathonswimmers.org - Tue, 22/08/2017 - 12:57

phodgeszoho said: Always liked the idea of completing a "Triple Crown" of Scottish Lochs - Lomond (done), Ness and Awe.

Done! :-)

Loch Lomond (BLDSA Championship) - Aug 2014 in 13:01*

Loch Ness - July 2017 in 13:44*

Loch Awe - Aug 2017 in 15:03*

*Lomond ratified as part of BLDSA Championship, Ness and Awe times are subject to ratification by the BLDSA Committee

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PROPUESTAS DE RECOMPENSAS Y DISTINCIONES RFEN

La Real Federación Española de Natación abre el plazo para proponer las distinciones y premiaciones que anualmente se conceden.
Categories: federation

NOVI SAD España se impone a Eslovaquia (21—4)

La selección española juvenil femenina ha superado a Eslovaquia en la segunda jornada del Europeo de la categoría que se está disputando en la ciudad serbia de Novi Sad. Las chicas de Javi Aznar, tal y como hicieron en la primera jornada ante Israel (19—3), han vencido con superioridad a las eslovacas por 21—4. Mañana (16:30), cerrarán ante Turquía la fase de grupos.
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