“I will often be isolated, I will have to run with my head,” he said. But in the first difficulty in the great Boucle Remco stopped. Pogacar and Van der Poel remain unattainable. And the dream of winning a big lap is disappearing
Of Remco Evenepel continues to speak by combining the phrases to the future, forgetting that in the present – today, here – the Flemish risks condemning to irrelevance. Or at least to the role of great unfinished, behind those two there. Then, by force of running, even those two are transforming into something else: if Jonas Vingegaard does not push to beat a shot, the Tour de France is likely to go to the archive before it ends the second week. In the shade of Tadej Pogacar it is difficult to shine for anyone, but in this comedy Evenepoel it seems to have chosen the part of the young actor, that figure that in the nineteenth century made the most romantic spectators sigh but in the end inevitably gave way to the irresistible era of the firstor.