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Jen Canfield, back in the day. Don't let the smile fool you. she'd break folks in half. (Photo courtesy Canfield)

   Jen Canfield, back in the day. Don’t let the smile fool you. She’d break folks in half. (Photo courtesy Canfield)

Cody Peters (left) is joined by Gabe McMurray (top) and the man who hit The Shot -- Ian Smith (and wife Allyson).

   Cody Peters (left) is joined by Gabe McMurray (top) and the man who hit The Shot — Ian Smith (and wife Allyson). (Left, top photos by John Fisken, bottom photo courtesy Vicki Wells.)

Cannfield (Photo courtesy Canfield)

Canfield, droppin’ buckets on the big stage. (Photo courtesy Canfield)

It’s all about hoops today.

The athletes who make up the 30th class inducted into the Coupeville Sports Hall ‘o Fame played multiple sports during their time as Wolves, but it will be basketball for which they are longest remembered.

With that said, let’s welcome Jen Canfield, Cody Peters, Gabe McMurray and, as we approach the five-year anniversary, “The Shot That Made South Whidbey Cry” by Ian Smith, into these hallowed digital walls.

After this, you’ll find the trio and The Shot up at the top of this blog, where they will reside under the Legends tab.

P.S. — Smith will certainly be back to be inducted as an athlete himself, but I have something special in mind for that moment, so simmer down. It’ll happen. Soon.

Up first, we induct two of the more dominant hard court stars to ever pull on the red and white, McMurray and Peters.

They played in different decades, with McMurray running the floor in the early to mid-’90s, while Peters strode on to the court in the mid-to-late-’00s, but both were the focal point when then they held court.

Both capped their senior seasons by being named First-Team All-Cascade Conference players, more than holding their own with the big school boys.

Peters took it a step further — a big step at that — by being tabbed as a First-Team All-State player in 2009, before going on to throw down quite successfully at the college level with several teams.

Part of the appeal of the annual Tom Roehl Roundball Classic is to see how former Wolf hoopsters are holding up down the road, and both McMurray and Peters acquitted themselves quite well in late Dec.

McMurray can still bang down low, and the six-foot-six Peters still has an uncanny touch from range to go with the power he brings when playing in the paint.

Nice to see they still have it, but never forget the heights they reached as young warriors.

Joining them is one of the most complete athletes to ever lace up the shoes at CHS.

Canfield, who joins brother Pete Petrov in the hall, was a three-sport whirlwind, starring in volleyball, basketball and softball during her days as a Wolf.

Today, we have a guest speaker to formally induct her.

Welcome her hoops coach, the silver-tongued Willie Smith, who had the following to say about Canfield:

She was one of the toughest, smoothest players I had.

Amazing mental toughness, especially her senior year in the playoffs when we finished 4th at Districts, losing by 10 to King’s, who went on to win the state title.

Standing at only 5’8″, she was as comfortable inside as she was outside.

With the prettiest shot outside of Ann Pettit, she was a considerable nightmare for other teams to try and match up with.

She was a two-time Cascade Conference All-Leaguer and was a great leader for the ’96-’97 team.

The best thing about Jen was her smile and willingness to mix it up.

To look at her you wouldn’t think she had a killer instinct in her; she always seemed to be smiling on the court, in practice, walking down the halls.

But there were not many others that I wanted with the ball in their hands when the game was on the line other than Jen.

She was a complete joy to coach and completely personified what it means to be an athlete: competitive, hard working, coachable, leader, great all-around personality on and off the court.

Definitely a player that helped turn the program around and create the winning atmosphere and expectations for all the teams that followed in the late 90’s-2000’s.

And then we wrap today’s festivities with a look back at a moment which will live forever in Wolf hoops history — The Shot.

Everything was at stake for the CHS boys’ hoops squad on Jan. 25, 2011.

They were in Langley to face their arch-rivals, a South Whidbey team that had won ten straight and sat atop the Cascade Conference standings.

Having already nipped the Wolves earlier in the season, the Falcons controlled that night’s game, leading by 10 late in the third.

A huge 15-5 run, with Hunter Hammer throwing down eight, knotted things at 36 with just under three minutes to play, but South Whidbey calmly escaped, reopening a 42-36 lead.

With 59 ticks on the clock, it was time for a miracle, so enter Smith.

The standout senior, a flawless football and baseball star when he wasn’t on the court, knocked down The Shot Before The Shot, draining a three-ball with 38 seconds to play.

A turnover, a Falcon foul and two free throws from Smith sliced the lead to one, but South Whidbey had a chance to ice the game when T.J. Russell was sent to the line for a one-and-one with seven seconds left.

Rattled by a large Wolf cheering section which had traveled down-Island in “blackout” t-shirts, Russell skimmed his freebie off the rim and back into Coupeville’s hands.

State track and cross country champ Tyler King, using all of his speed, snatched the ball and bolted up court, only to be trapped as the clock slid towards zero.

Never blinking, the future U-Dub star somehow threaded a pass to Smith, who, in true cold-blooded assassin style, promptly banked home an off-balance three-pointer that hit the bottom of the net as the horn sounded.

In the blink of an eye, Coupeville pulled off a 44-42 stunner and the CHS section of the crowd went bananas as SWHS fans wept collectively like a little girl who had just discovered that, no, she wasn’t getting a pony for her birthday.

Beautiful.

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Hall

   Courtney Boyd (left) is joined by (top to bottom) Kassie (Lawson) O’Neil (in purple), super fans Lisa and Eddie and Allen Black.

The three Wolf greats entering the Coupeville Sports Hall o’ Fame today — two honored for their careers, one for creating one of the most memorable moments in school athletic history — all were very good in the arena.

But Courtney Boyd, Allen Black and Kassie (Lawson) O’Neil continue to make an impact every day, and, with six kids between them, are already starting to fill out future rosters (one hopes) for CHS teams to come.

As those children grow, their moms and dad can point to the top of this blog, where they’ll be in residence under the Legends tab, and say, “Hey, you have to listen to me, people think I’m a big deal around here!!”

Might work…

But before we get to the terrific trio, our other two inductees today are the biggest fans Coupeville sports have had in recent years.

Lisa and Eddie are at every Wolf volleyball, football and basketball game — Eddie is a master of the halftime half-court shot contest at CHS hoops games — and they truly live and die for their players.

And they are THEIR players, as the duo know them all and take a personal pride in their accomplishments.

Woe be to the ref who makes a call against Coupeville, because Lisa will take them out to the woodshed, verbally, and spank the offending official all night long.

It’s always nice to see when Wolf athletes choose to interact with the pair, and return a bit of the love the couple send out to all Coupeville kids.

It’s things like that which truly set small town sports apart from all other things.

Joining them in the hall is the smack-talking (at least back in the day) hoops hotshot himself, Allen Black, who schooled numerous teams in the early 2000’s.

A First-Team All-Northwest League pick during his senior season in ’04, an honor he shared with fellow Hall o’ Famer Mike Bagby, Allen was the real deal on the court.

He remains so even now, as he haunts the gym he once ruled, content to play with his adorable little girl (mom is the very  talented former softball diamond queen Mandi Murdy).

Sometimes I wonder, when I see former greats sitting inches away from the current players, do these young ones have any idea of the kind of ball that “old” guy could play?

I kinda think Mr. Black could take the court today and drop 20+ on these guys, but is content not to.

He seems very happy in his relative anonymity, and, having seen him come of age hanging out endlessly at Videoville, it’s nice to see him doing so well these days.

Sorry, not sorry, to blow your cover, superstar.

Our next inductee, Courtney Boyd, literally grew up in Videoville, hanging out behind the counter, running my computer, “liberating” my pastries and telling everyone I was her dad and “when are you going to pay mom her child support?!?!?”

On the field, she was an All-Conference midfielder in soccer and a three-year letter winner in basketball, where she was a feisty force of nature.

After graduation, she’s gone on to produce two of the cutest children to ever walk the Earth and can really do no wrong in my eyes.

Yes, she’s that amazing — though still quite capable of harassing me in front of strangers.

O’Neil, completing the trend started above, has three super-cute kids and is that rarity, a busy mom who can, and does, keep a million plates flying in the air at once.

Today we’re honoring her for a moment, one which still stands tall almost eight years later.

The night was Jan. 18, 2008, the opponent was that most dastardly of foes — King’s — and the Coupeville girls’ basketball squad looked doomed on its own home court.

After fighting from behind all game, the Wolves trailed by two with seven seconds to play in overtime, and had the ball in Hayley Ebersole’s hands.

The senior guard drove the ball up-court, where she threaded the ball to Kassie on the left side of the circle as the clock continued to run down to nothing as quickly as possible.

Every fan, every defender expected the same thing — a drive up the lane in an effort to net a foul call and a chance to tie.

Instead, Kassie threw convention out the window, went straight up and banked a three-ball off the glass a whisper before the buzzer, winning the game 33-32 and setting off a riot of celebration.

The win clinched a #1 playoff seed for the Wolves, caused most of the King’s players to break into tears (one would like to think, at least) and sealed the deal on the then-Miss Lawson being a legend.

Kassie would go on to play college ball before she started to build her own all-star team of young lads, but that one moment, when she showed guts and went for the glory, failure be damned, will remain her defining on-court moment.

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Jay

   Jay Roberts (top) and his 4 x 100 mates from ’86 are joined by (l to r) Joli (Smith) Bartell, Greg White and Linde Maertens. (Photos courtesy Konni Smith, Ally Roberts and John Fisken)

When they set records, they SET records.

The 28th class inducted into the Coupeville Sports Hall o’ Fame includes four guys who have held a CHS track record for three decades and the greatest single-season player Wolf volleyball has ever seen.

Toss in two of the most talented multi-sport stars ever to rep the red and black (or red and white, if you prefer) and this is truly a class which stands tall.

With that, we welcome into these hallowed digital walls Joli (Smith) Bartell, Greg White, Linde Maertens and the 4 x 100 relay unit of Jay Roberts, Bill Carstensen, Rick Alexander and Tony Killgo.

After this, you’ll find them up at the top of the blog, under the Legends tab.

Oh, and also on the leader boards of their respective sports at CHS, where they seem content to remain for quite some time.

Our first inductees go in as a team, because that’s how they made their biggest mark.

In an ever-changing world, track records are set to be broken, and yet what Carstensen, Roberts, Alexander and Killgo did back in the “olden” days hasn’t been touched.

This spring will mark the 30th anniversary of the day they teamed up to run the 4 x 100 relay in a crisp 43.9 seconds, a mark that has stood tall in the face of passing time.

Fast runners have come and gone over the past three decades — track has always been one of Coupeville’s strongest sports — and yet no quartet has toppled what currently sits as the longest-standing CHS track record in the books.

If that doesn’t make them Hall worthy, I don’t know what does.

Joining them is Smith, who was riding high at CHS in the early ’90s when I first worked as a Sports Editor at the Whidbey News-Times.

Volleyball, basketball, softball, she was as solid and dependable an athlete as I have ever covered, a true star, but one who worked hard every single day to achieve that level.

She was the glue who held her Wolf teams together, and, if you needed one hit, one basket, one dive across a volleyball floor to save a ball that seemed dead-set on going out of play, she was your woman.

Over the years since, there have been many talented CHS athletes — her niece, Emma Smith, just had a sensational freshman season on the volleyball court her aunt once owned, but Joli remains one of the best we have ever had here — as a player and as a person.

Our next inductee is sort of the male counterpart to Smith.

White was a stalwart for the Wolf football and basketball squads and a guy who has gone on to mix continued athletic success (he’s a key part of the Red Pride hoops team that owns the annual alumni tourney and runs in Ragnar events) with imparting his wisdom as a youth coach.

But to truly understand how much of an impact he made during his time at CHS, you don’t need to look at the stats (though they are super-solid).

Just talk to the guys he played with or the ones who came up right behind him, and a hush falls over the crowd.

Dustin Van Velkinburgh, himself a Hall inductee, once said:

Greg White was the man!

If he saw you in the gym, he’d come up and show you, throw like this, you’ll get a better result.

We went white water rafting with Youth Dynamics one time and Greg was back home from college.

On the trip, our boat got caught in a whirlpool and we got sucked in. We managed to help each other and came out OK.

Grabbing Greg and pulling him back in the boat, it was like saving Superman in a lot of ways for me.

Kicking in the door to join White is the most athletically successful foreign exchange student CHS ever lucked into.

Belgium’s finest, Linde Maertens, wasn’t even supposed to be a Wolf, with her host family living in Oak Harbor when she arrived in 2008.

But in a stroke of luck, OHHS was full-up on exchange students, and Coupeville volleyball coach Toni Crebbin got an incredible present out of nowhere.

Maertens, who these days is back spiking in her native country, stepped on the court and as fast as you could say “Juppa!” (a cheer from her homeland the Wolves began to use after an ace or kill) she elevated Wolf volleyball to a level it had never seen before, or since.

In her one year on the court for the Wolves, she set game and season marks in kills (21 and 167) and a season mark in digs (248), all of which still stand.

A veteran of international play, Maertens had a style that set her apart, even if provincial refs in these parts didn’t always know quite what to make of the high-flying whiz.

“She put her foot out to kick the ball, which wasn’t legal at the time,” Crebbin said with a laugh. “She also got called for illegal screening, a first for my team.

“We’ve had foreign exchange students in the past, and some have said they played, but she was the first one who exceeded our expectations.”

Crebbin and Maertens fostered a friendship that has endured after the player’s return home. While she was in Coupeville, Linde spent considerable time with her new coach’s family, including holidays and school breaks.

Having played club level volleyball in Belgium, Maertens had rarely played in front of large crowds. That changed during her time as a Wolf, and a mutual love affair played out.

“That year we had a great fan base, which she absolutely loved,” Crebbin said.

From all of those fans, and many more, you may have physically left the building, Linde, but you will always be a permanent part of Wolf Nation.

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Amanda Fabrizi is joined by fellow Hall o' Fame inductees (l to r) Chad Gale, Pete Petrov, Gavin Keohane and Eldon Jenne.

   Amanda Fabrizi (top) is joined by fellow Hall o’ Fame inductees (l to r) Chad Gale, Pete Petrov, Gavin Keohane and Eldon Jenne.

Speed. Size. Grit and tons and tons of talent.

The five members of the 27th class to be inducted into the Coupeville Sports Hall ‘o Fame left a lasting impact on the town, even though one made his greatest mark a world away.

So, let’s fling open the doors to these hallowed digital walls and welcome Chad Gale, Amanda Fabrizi, Petar Petrov, Gavin Keohane and the late, great Eldon Jenne.

From this point on, you can find them living up at the top of the blog under the Legends tab.

Our first inductee, Gale, remains one of the quickest guys to ever stroll the hallways at Coupeville High School.

A state meet veteran, two of his marks still sit on the CHS track record board more than 25 years after he originally set them.

Gale’s marks in the 110 hurdles, set in 1988, and the 300 hurdles, slapped down in ’86, have withstood every challenge since then. They remain as two of the longest-standing records in school history.

From Mitch Pelroy to Lathom Kelley, fleet-footed Wolves have come gunnin’ for Gale over the years, but none have been able to take his legacy down yet.

Though, truth be told, if someone one day does eclipse his stats, they won’t begin to dim how brightly his star shone.

Our second inductee is our most recent CHS grad.

Fabrizi was a basketball gunner, a volleyball jack-of-all-trades and a loud ‘n proud cheerleader during her days as a Wolf, and the Class of 2014 grad worked her tail off to achieve greatness.

Off the court, she was as sweet a person as you will meet, a proud big sis and a devoted animal lover.

On the court, she would tear your arm off and hit you with it, bringing a nice touch of grittiness to her game.

Time and again, she and running mate (and fellow Hall ‘o Famer) Breeanna Messner would be underestimated by other teams because they didn’t shout and pound their chests and seemed like genuinely reasonable people.

But poke them and the steel in their spines would come out on full display.

Fabrizi, especially in her stellar senior season, never backed down from taking a big shot and she was good at it, continually dropping her little running hook that, as her coach, David King, joked, looked like someone playing the game Barrel of Monkeys.

Was it a textbook shot? Perhaps not. Was it deadly effective and carried the Wolves to big wins? Without a doubt.

The ultimate testament to Fabrizi?

Regardless of the sport, over the years every single one of her coaches I spoke to her praised her. That universal acclaim was rare, and well-deserved.

Our next two inductees, Petrov and Keohane, go in together a day after leading the Red Pride to a win in the Tom Roehl Roundball Classic.

Both are charging hard at their 20-year reunions (Pete left CHS in ’97, Gavin in ’99) but they are still two of the best basketball talents to ever grace the hardwood in Cow Town.

They were beasts back in the day, went on to play college ball (Olympic College and Occidental College, respectively) and can still turn it on at a moment’s notice in their mid-thirties.

Keohane, tall and bearded like the fishing boat captain he is in the real world, still has the silkiest shot known to man, something he proved by scorching the field in the mid-tourney three-point shooting contest Saturday.

Petrov, ripped as ever and now competing as a weight lifter, made his Roundball debut Saturday and it was like he never left.

Crashing through the paint, knocking defenders back five feet with just a flex of his chest, draining jumpers from all angles, he was the tourney’s unofficial MVP and seemed to be enjoying himself as much as his enthusiastic fan section (led by teammate Mike Vaughan’s parents) was.

Watching them baffle the young guns and flawlessly run and gun to another title Saturday was a potent reminder of how good they were back in the old days.

And jumping back to the really old days, we honor our final inductee, who may be the only Coupeville native to ever compete in the Olympics.

Jenne popped in to the world in 1899, progeny of Edward and Agnes Jenne, and while his athletic exploits came off Island (he went to Mount Vernon High School), he remains, by birthright, one of ours.

First came his time at Washington State University (he’s in their Hall of Fame), where he was an All-American track and field athlete while also lettering in football.

A member of the US team at the 1920 Olympic games in Antwerp, Belgium, Jenne claimed seventh there in the pole vault, then returned to Wazzu and won the NCAA Championships in ’21.

After college, he was a successful coach in Oregon, first in high school, where he won state championships in boys’ basketball and football.

Jenne followed that up with a run as football and mens’ basketball coach at Pacific University and was inducted into the Oregon Sports Hall of Fame in 1983.

So now, 22 years after his passing, and 95 years after his moment at the Olympics, we welcome Mr. Jenne to his third Hall of Fame, and welcome him home, to where it all began.

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Georgie Smith (51)

   Georgie Smith (#51, top, back row) joins (l to r, bottom) Ben Etzell, Makana Stone, Chris Tumblin and Tom Eller (cap) as crafters of Hall-worthy moments.

When I first started my Coupeville Sports Hall o’ Fame, there was one quick dissenter.

His argument?

The “athletic history of the school is already up on the gym walls.”

And right then I knew I really, really needed to do this thing.

Why you ask?

Because what is up on the CHS gym walls is a mere fraction of this town’s sports history, and, if that is the only thing newcomers have to go off of, they’ll be reading one slim chapter out of a really thick book.

I mean, start with the banners on the wall in the gym itself, which stretch all the way back to … 1990.

You’re going to tell me the school never won a single title in the ’40s? ’50s? ’60s? ’70s? ’80s? Bull crap.

Just because the school has never researched those titles and hung banners (say, for the undefeated ’74 CHS football team) doesn’t mean they didn’t happen.

And what of teams that had amazing seasons, such as the 2009-2010 Wolf boys’ basketball squad, which went 16-5, but lost out on a title banner by the slimmest of margins? Is that season not worthy of remembrance?

Head down the hallway, where the Athlete of the Year winners hang, and it’s impressive. But not complete.

Many great Wolf athletes never won that honor, for a variety of reasons. Some years (or decades) were stacked with multiple should-be winners, while in others, like with the Oscars, the winners were just flat-out the wrong choice.

And I could go on and on, but, eventually, we need to get to today’s honorees, the members of the 26th class to be inducted into my virtual hall o’ reclaimed history.

Keeping in that spirit, I’m veering off a bit today and inducting no athletes or coaches or teams or contributors, but instead, five moments.

Two memorable quotes, one moment of ultimate sacrifice, one quirky reminder it’s all fun and games and one transcendent season which never got its just due.

All five of which you would have no freakin’ clue about from looking at the gym walls.

For their contributions to our living history, we welcome Chris Tumblin, Georgie Smith, Ben Etzell, Tom Eller and Makana Stone. After this, you can find their contributions atop this blog, under the Legends banner.

We kick things off with our quotemeisters.

Tumblin, who’s already in the Hall with the state champion Little League team he coached, has always been a dependable go-to guy for words of wisdom and wit.

On this day, we remember him for an immortal quote he delivered after watching Josh Bayne wreck folks in a Wolf football game.

Josh had one tackle on a receiver, folded him in half like a cheap hooker who was punched in the gut by her pimp. He had to sit out for awhile and wait for his liver to start working again.”

How is that not emblazoned on the entrance to the CHS locker rooms? I’d pay a dollar to see that.

Smith, an ’89 CHS grad who went on to work as a journalist before returning to farm the prairie quite successfully for many years now, is on a very short list of former Wolf athletes who declined my invite to reminisce about their prep sports days.

Her response to my inquiry remains, far and away, the best dismissal I ever got.

“Well, if there was one thing I sucked at David, it was high school sports.

“So if you want to do a story about how in a small town EVERYBODY gets to play on the basketball team (even if you can’t dribble to save your life) or the volleyball team (even if you were scared shit-less every time somebody spiked the ball at you) that would be me.

“I can tell you the story about the ONE TIME I tried to steal the ball in basketball and it was so ridiculous that when the play was over I looked over to see my coach with his head between his knees laughing til he cried. So if so, sure.”

Well, now I want to hear her other stories even more.

Our third moment came via Eller, who was a pretty dang good softball coach and teacher. My memory of him, though, comes from the football press box in the early ’90s.

CHS didn’t have a buzzer to announce the end of quarters at the time, so instead, Eller would fire off a starters pistol to alert the players and refs.

Every single time (at least the way I remember it) he would lean out through what was then an open press box window and tell fans to cover their ears.

Then, huge grin on his face, he would wait until they assumed it was safe to uncover their ears, at which point he would suddenly fire the pistol overhead, causing them all to jump. Then he would laugh and laugh.

It worked every time, and remains one of the best memories I have of covering high school sports.

Would you know about it from looking at the gym walls? Heck no. Hall worthy? Heck yeah!

Our fourth inductee, Etzell, was a standout athlete, a Cascade Conference MVP in baseball, a high-scoring machine in basketball and a state tourney vet in tennis. At some point, he’ll probably make the Hall for all that.

For the moment, we’re going to honor him for the time he ripped off his knee caps.

Playing a doubles match against South Whidbey in 2012, Etzell, channeling his baseball heritage, threw himself (and his bare knees) airborne twice.

Cement and skin are not an ideal match (“Everyone who was watching went berserk, including me!!” said coach Ken Stange, a life-long tennis ace who admitted he had never, and would never, replicate the feat), but Etzell converted both shots, then spent the rest of the season covered in horrifying-looking leg wounds.

Etzell had a lot of big moments as a Wolf, but, frankly, that’s how we’ll always remember him — bloody, unbowed, a one-of-a-kind maniac who played with abandon and never, ever backed down from a challenge.

And then we arrive at our final moment, a five-week span from Mar. 21-April 27, 2012, in which Stone, then a Wolf freshman, started her high school track career by winning her first 28 races.

No one else in CHS history has come remotely close to her run, not even state champs like Kyle and Tyler King, Jon Chittim or Amy Mouw.

Whether it was the 100, 200, 400 or the relays (she ran in the 4 x 100, 4 x 200 and 4 x 400), Stone was first, and only first, every time she stepped on the track until she finally ran into a mammoth field of seasoned state vets from 4A, 3A and 2A at the epic-sized Lake Washington Invitational.

She actually ran her best times of the season at that meet, went on to add four more wins that season and medaled at state in the 4 x 200.

Toss in a strong soccer season and an even better basketball season, and Stone was the biggest slam-dunk in school history to be named Athlete of the Year — an award which had NEVER before had any age restrictions attached to it.

Or so you, me and all the voting coaches who I talked to that year would have thought…

In Oscar terms, Stone “losing” that year was equal to Saving Private Ryan “losing” to Shakespeare in Love. A travesty wrapped in an abomination.

Go look at those gym walls, as our naysayer preferred, and you would have no clue of what a tragedy went down that year.

Good thing we have another way to celebrate our athletic legacy.

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