you move us to Pre-Elite if you didn’t want us to work on new stuff ?’ asked Nancy, voicing exactly what Ellie had been thinking.
Emma smiled, as if she was pleased to see a spark of the old ambition back in Nancy’s eye. ‘What you need to remember is that Coach Petrescu trained and competed under the old scoring system,’ she explained. ‘Back in the days of the perfect ten.’
‘But things have totally changed since then,’ said Nancy.
‘And perfect tens don’t even exist any more,’ Ellie added.
‘Ah, but in Oleg’s mind, they still do,’ smiled Emma. ‘And he’s right in a way. No matter what difficulty score your routine is awarded, every gymnast should aim to keep her perfect ten execution points all the way through the routine. No deductions. And Oleg is the best coach to help you get competition-ready. He will make you practice, practice, practice until you are perfect!’
Ellie sighed. She loved the idea of aiming for the perfect ten every time, but it sounded like an impossible ideal to live up to.
‘Don’t look so worried,’ said Emma, breaking into one of her rare smiles. ‘I do have something new for you both to work on this term, but it’s a surprise.’
‘Ooh – what?’ asked Nancy, who loved surprises.
‘You’ll have to wait and see,’ said Emma, firmly. ‘But for now, get back to bootcamp – or Sergeant Oleg will be on the warpath!’
‘Perfect tens! No deductions!’ wailed Nancy, as the girls made their way into the changing rooms. ‘How is that even possible?’
‘I don’t think it is,’ said Ellie quietly.
‘You know me. I do power, not perfection,’ said Nancy. ‘And you’re all about the artistry – that’s what marks you out as a gymnast.’
‘I suppose we need all three,’ said Ellie, pulling off her tracksuit. ‘Power, precision and performance. That’s how the scoring system works, after all.’
‘Yeah, well, the new gymnastics scoring system has got to be the most complicated in the world!’ Nancy said, flinging her tracksuit in a messy heap on the floor. ‘Difficulty tariffs, compulsory elements, marks for linking moves together, points for artistry, blah, blah, blah ! With rowing it’s simple – row faster! End of !’
Ellie sighed. She wasn’t sure it made any more sense to her than it did to Nancy.
‘Oh, take me back to the seaside and stick me in a rowing boat!’ said Nancy, tossing her hand-guard bag over her shoulder and heading into the gym. ‘This is all too much for me.’
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