Moments after crossing the line, he ripped off his shirt, flexed to the cameras, dropped on to the snow face down and pumped his arms in triumph. The move was not spontaneous, though. It was a long-planned tribute to the Austrian skiing legend Hermann Maier, Karl's childhood hero, who once celebrated in much the same way. He was one of the greatest skiers of all time in Austria and he once did this, Karl said. I always wanted to do the same.