Waiting for hours, with felt-tip pen and paper in hand, smartphone in selfie mode at the ready. And then, when He arrives: shout, scream, beg for a scribble and a picture. Wout Van Aert, proud in his green jersey, accepted it with a smile. Because he knows it’s his own fault that everyone loves him so much. “I have a bit of a rock star feeling.”
ttn-3
REPORTING. The Green Madness strikes in Roeselare: “Wout. Wout! Wout!! WOUT!!!”
