What’s he looking at? Who cares. Something mere mortals cannot see. What’s he talking about? Frites boy Cav. Who else?
“Cavendish is great talent, a real champion. He’s the best sprinter of his epoch, but I think he still needs to learn to manage himself,” Cipollini commented in Dinan on Thursday. “At the moment, with the team he’s got, the sprints in this Tour shouldn’t even be a contest, but I don’t think his form is even 70 per cent of what it should be.”
“Learn to manage himself” is code for “stop eating all the fucking pies.”
“At 100 per cent fitness, he has no rivals,” the Italian said. “He has a change of pace that no one can match. This year he hasn’t had any big injuries or crashes, which means that, if he’s only at 70 per cent, he hasn’t been training enough. That’s my opinion. He was like a little barrel when he arrived at the Giro in May and yet it only took him a week to find a level of fitness which allowed him to play with his rivals. This tells you that if he shows up to a race in form, there’s no stopping him. He has the gift of a great talent but also the curse of not being able to express it fully all of the time.
“Having said all of this,” Cipollini added finally, “there’s trouble ahead for his rivals from now on in this Tour.” Id.
If dude wins like that showing up with a box of donuts under his arm and half the miles in his legs that he should, imagine what the road would look if he took it seriously? Covered with corpses comes to mind. Awash in blood. It’d be like Conan the Barbarian. But with less of that “Thank you Califoorrnniaahh” and I-have-kids-with-my-housekeeper vibe.
It’s midnight, I’m hungry, I leave you with this.by