I didn’t think that Cav could win the Primavera now, after today’s display in Limoges, I think that he can do pretty much anything he puts his mind to within the scope of his physical characteristics. He can win the green jersey on the Champs Elysees in Le Tour de France, Paris – Tours and the Worlds too-when the parcours suits him.
Paris – Tours and the Worlds too — when the parcours suits him.
That said, stage win number three was no surprise I didn’t see it myself and had to rely on Vik updates… don’t worry, I’ll spare you.
Suffice to say that Samuel Dumoulin may be creeping up to challenge Davide Moncoutie’s status as ‘Vik’s least fave coureur.’
It’s 9:30 pm and I haven’t done my Pez interview for the day, yet. Tonight is Scott McGrory — ex-Olympic champ and six day star, who now works for the Australian Fox TV sports channel.
Dave and I bumped into him at the Giro and I thought his would be a good view to get as le Tour approaches half way.
The trouble is, on the Tour normal time frames don’t exist —you do what has to be done, when you need to do it and often end up scraping about for restaurants at ‘dark o’clock.’
It was like that for Scott tonight he had just sat down to dinner at 10:00 CET I have to phone at 11:00 CET — being an 05:30 alarm man, that’s getting late for me.
There was more colour in the Guardian again today, and gossip that Lance will ride next year’s Tour before coming back with team Nike/Livestrong/Trek/SRAM to win in 2011 as DS if he’s not too busy with running Texas by then, that is.
Meanwhile, the gossip from the other side of the Astana Gorge is that Bert is headed for a new outfit in 2010 — Banco Santander (so, that’s where all our dosh went!).
This is surprising news I thought Contador would be with Johan and Lance until it was time to ride his farewell criterium circus around Spain, in about eight years time.
And Nocentini rolls on, serenely, in yellow — respect, Rinaldo.
But Big Brad missed a split and dropped 15 seconds to go seventh, I’m intrigued to see how the big chap will do in the Alps.
OK, gotta bell that man en France, au demain!