Andrei Tchmil was a baller. Straight baller. I could have selected a photo of him from 1994 Roubaix, covered in mud, dealing out the hurt. But, I went with this one from the 2000 Tour of Flanders instead. I remember when he took this win – it was huge. He held them off. He held them all off.
Go ahead, ask youself: What would Tchmil do?
He’d put it straight in the gutter and he’d fucking rail it. That’s what Tchmil would do. He is a man of iron.
Look at that face. You think he wants it? You’re god damn right he wants it. No wonder he complains about Filippo Pozzato being soft. That fucking jerk-off with his fucking jerk-off mustache and fucking jerk-off back tattoo looks like he belongs on the Jersey Shore. Tchmil is trying to hire on Mario Cipollini to take out the slack over at Katusha. We’ll see how that works out.by