Newsarchiv The perfect time at Oxford

There were officials in bowler hats and suits, young men in cricket sweaters

and cream blazers with a gold trim. They wore college scarves and old club

ties. People crowded the fringes of the six-lane running track with its small

stand close to the home straight. Dark clouds hung around threatening rain. And

in the background, visible above hedges and houses beyond the final bend, was

the square tower of a church where a St Georges flag fluttered in the breeze.

At six oclock, a gun fired and a group of young men set off to run a mile in

less in than four minutes. One of them did it.