The painful art
When they had both prepared, they entered the ring, and came to grips, clasping each other in their mighty arms, locked together like the sloping rafters that some skilled craftsman sets in place on a tall house, to resist the winds. Their backs creaked under the pressure of their strong hands, and the sweat ran down in streams, while many a blood-red weal appeared on their shoulders and ribs. Odysseus could no more trip Ajax, and floor him, than Ajax could move powerful Odysseus’ firm stance. (Homer – Iliad, XXIII, 710-721)
Matchup in Khartoum, Sudan.
Posted by Grégoire Verbeke on 2 June 2017