To even get to the Olympics, I have to qualify for the 2013 World Championships and the standard … - Vanessa Mae

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Vanessa Mae

To even get to the Olympics, I have to qualify for the 2013 World Championships and the standard is high. I know I am always going to be a few points behind the top guys.

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