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On the Ras
To lose Le Tour favourite is unfortunate; to lose the leading British rider is careless; to lose the maillot jaune is, well, just a bit of a joke to be honest.
Where next for Le Tour? Stage 17 and Pau to Castelsarrasin. The show must go on etc, but for all the grand claims of The Greatest Sporting Event in the World, Le Tour 2007 might as well be a slow bike race at school sports day, such is the absence of any meaningful competition.
I was actually starting to warm towards Rasmussen. Innocent until proven guilty, a principle that still remains the same. The maillot jaune has yet to provide a positive drugs sample, although his admission of lying about his whereabouts is like telling the Old Bill that 'I bought the weed in Brixton, not Camberwell.’
Rasmussen's mountain climbs with Contador have been truly epic affairs. With the weight of the world on his spindly shoulders, the Dane has done a damn good job over the past week of defending his yellow jersey.
It even inspired me to take on my very own mountain climb earlier this afternoon as I dug deep up Denmark Hill, Lordship Lane and out to the foreign fields of Forest Hill. I went wheel to wheel with a fancy young club rider up Lordship Lane, but the little scamp gave me the look as he crunched up the gears and lost me somewhere on the edges of SE22.
I hope he provided a negative sample whenever he reached his final destination.
The scenes being played out in the Pyrennes this week have also been pure soap opera. The fragrant mrs onionbagblogger and I have been hooked as the plot has twisted and turned more than the narrow mountain passes.
But all soap opera is farce, something that Le Tour de France has become very good at this year. Who shot JR? Who got Meee-chelle Fowler up the duff? Which Tour rider DOES NOT take EPO up the arse?
At least Team Rabobank threw out Rasmussen. With big money now involved in the sport, a corporate sponsor can't afford to be tinged with the whiff of a dodgy urine sample all over their fingers.
And so where next for the official onionbagblog 2007 Tour endorsement? I'm running out of riders to be honest.
No leading Brit, Team Borat has buggered off and Rasmussen's anti-hero appeal has become reality. It was all so much simpler twelve months ago when Pretty Boy Floyd was the only Fall Guy. Now they're all dropping like sheep on drugs.
A Friend in the North commented earlier that Barlow World is where the smart money is now switching. Sounding like a theme park for ex-soap stars, let's hope the team with a wild card entry doesn't leave us on a cliff hangar.
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| Thursday 26 July, 2007 |
To lose Le Tour favourite is unfortunate; to lose the leading British rider is careless; to lose the maillot jaune is, well, just a bit of a joke to be honest.
 I bought the weed in Brixton |
I was actually starting to warm towards Rasmussen. Innocent until proven guilty, a principle that still remains the same. The maillot jaune has yet to provide a positive drugs sample, although his admission of lying about his whereabouts is like telling the Old Bill that 'I bought the weed in Brixton, not Camberwell.’
Rasmussen's mountain climbs with Contador have been truly epic affairs. With the weight of the world on his spindly shoulders, the Dane has done a damn good job over the past week of defending his yellow jersey.
It even inspired me to take on my very own mountain climb earlier this afternoon as I dug deep up Denmark Hill, Lordship Lane and out to the foreign fields of Forest Hill. I went wheel to wheel with a fancy young club rider up Lordship Lane, but the little scamp gave me the look as he crunched up the gears and lost me somewhere on the edges of SE22.
I hope he provided a negative sample whenever he reached his final destination.
The scenes being played out in the Pyrennes this week have also been pure soap opera. The fragrant mrs onionbagblogger and I have been hooked as the plot has twisted and turned more than the narrow mountain passes.
But all soap opera is farce, something that Le Tour de France has become very good at this year. Who shot JR? Who got Meee-chelle Fowler up the duff? Which Tour rider DOES NOT take EPO up the arse?
At least Team Rabobank threw out Rasmussen. With big money now involved in the sport, a corporate sponsor can't afford to be tinged with the whiff of a dodgy urine sample all over their fingers.
And so where next for the official onionbagblog 2007 Tour endorsement? I'm running out of riders to be honest.
No leading Brit, Team Borat has buggered off and Rasmussen's anti-hero appeal has become reality. It was all so much simpler twelve months ago when Pretty Boy Floyd was the only Fall Guy. Now they're all dropping like sheep on drugs.
A Friend in the North commented earlier that Barlow World is where the smart money is now switching. Sounding like a theme park for ex-soap stars, let's hope the team with a wild card entry doesn't leave us on a cliff hangar.
technorati: pills up the arse on pedals - the lot of them
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