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Jody Cundy

Jody took an explicit anger rage In London, at the 2012 Paralympics, Which everyone knew about, did rage, Threw his water bottles about, tactics. He wanted the technical delegate, ICU, To call the error a sad technical fault, When Jody stopped immediately, did do, The gun fired - he said the gates did bolt. Jody was born on 14 October in 1978, In England, Wisbech, Cambridgeshire, With a deformed foot which did await, Amputation when he was three, aspire. His parents met others who took part, In disability swimming with their kid, So when Jody tried it he had an art, With the water and in contests did bid. His local King’s Lynn club encouraged, Him to become what he could in time be, And at the Worlds in ’94, he garbaged, His PB by 4 seconds to gain credibility. But today he says that he definitely was, “Never a naturally gifted swimmer. I just don’t have the build, [but the boss Is] weights and core strength, [glimmer].“ He won three gold medals, two bronze, At the Paralympics in 1996 and 2004, But in 2006 because of this bronze, He changed to cycling’s ever open door. He’s in the C4 category and in Beijing, In 2008, he rode a quick time of 1.5466, For the 1km time trial to proudly bring, The gold into the ranks for GBs licks. Then there was that awful tantrum scene, At the London games, but he won bronze, Nonetheless, for the 4km pursuit sheen, Apologising to the crowd for his donze. He did compete in the Commonwealths, In 2014 in Glasgow, and there finished fifth, But in that same year at the World sheaths, He got his ninth world title, a WR of pith. And in Rio 2016 he struck pure gold, At that event which so badly deluded him, Four years prior in the 1k time trial hold, And achieved a PB, much fame to win.

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