My left hand was jerked off the yoke, the aircraft pitched up and the stall horn blared. My field of vision, so used to seeing the end of the runway at rotation, was now focused straight up at the blue sky, or so it seemed. Well, I thought, this is going to be a problem. My right hand had pushed the throttles full forward for takeoff, so I didn’t need it for that anymore. I used both hands to push the yoke forward, but that young fellow had a death grip on it, and I couldn’t push it forward enough to bring the nose down to regain some airspeed and control.