When they skid round the corner into the final stretch of the sprint, the commentators think he’s gone — Down through the corner now, Greipel’s still there, oh, Mark Cavendish, just knocked out of it, I’m afraid. But they are wrong.
Mark Cavendish is there.
Four hundred meters.
Spittle coats his teeth in a fine layer. He grits them to dispel of some of i…
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