Eric Milazar - African 400m Runners Toplists By Year

African 400m Runners Toplists By Year

Year Rank Name Country Time
2000 1st Lepena Mokganyetsi South Africa 44.59
2000 2nd Arnaud Malherbe South Africa 44.74
2000 3rd Eric Milazar Mauritius 44.87
2000 4th Marcus La Grange South Africa 44.99
2000 5th Jude Monye Nigeria 45.41
Year Rank Name Country Time
2001 1st Ezra Sambu Kenya 44.47
2001 2nd Eric Milazar Mauritius 44.69
2001 3rd Lepena Mokganyetsi South Africa 44.70
2001 4th Marcus La Grange South Africa 45.08
2001 5th Arnaud Malherbe South Africa 45.12
Year Rank Name Country Time
2002 1st Gary Kikaya Congo 44.53
2002 2nd Marcus La Grange South Africa 44.65
2002 3rd Eric Milazar Mauritius 45.04
2002 4th Sofiane Labidi Tunisia 45.26
2002 5th David Kirui Kenya 45.30
Year Rank Name Country Time
2003 1st Ezra Sambu Kenya 44.43
2003 2nd Eric Milazar Mauritius 44.75
2003 3rd Gary Kikaya Congo 44.99
2003 4th Nagmeldin Abubakr Sudan 45.22
2003 5th Arnaud Malherbe South Africa 45.29
Year Rank Name Country Time
2004 1st Lewis Banda Zimbabwe 44.59
2004 2nd Gary Kikaya Congo 44.80
2004 3rd Saul Welgopwa Nigeria 45.00
2004 4th Eric Milazar Mauritius 45.03
2004 5th Talkmore Nyongani Zimbabwe 45.09

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