A couple of days ago, I opened my exaltation of Mathieu van der Poel’s triumph on the Mur de Bretagne with a sober few paragraphs about the bargain we all accept when we involve ourselves with cycling. About how sometimes, for various reasons and to varying degrees, it can all be a bit shit, and we keep the faith because of how the sport often rewards t…
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