As the Marquis said, masochism is only balancing with a little sadism, and fans think that the black clouds that are grouped on top of the ortos and green hills of spring in the Tuscan Sweets regrets alone with its strength against the Apocalypse, but on black darkness, as a spirit arising from dust that raises cars, illuminated by its pale headlights, the sun triumphs, a Mexican cyclist dressed in white, beauty in its ways, audacity in its gestures, the decision, the character of a leader. It is Isaac del Toro, from Ensenada, Baja California. 21 years. Almost a child. A champion was born. First Mexican who saw the Maglia Rosa del Tiro de Italia after finishing second in the most feared stage, that of the Strade Bianche that surround Siena (29.5 kilometers in five sections) and the final slope of Santa Catalina de Siena to the Plaza del Campo. The only scenario at the height of his deed. He wins the Wout Van Aert stage, the only escape partner worth marching by his side. Without masoquismos, please, cycling is more beautiful. And without sadistic.
Juan Ayuso, Primoz Roglic, where are they? The fan asks. Far away, breathing dust. Rage. Juan Ayuso. So you could understand the betrayal of her lieutenant, of the cyclist a year younger than him who has helped him, faithful, delivered, in his companies, his victories. But how to stop an inspired champion? He would surely have done the same. It is their instinct, the will above impositions that make them as they are. Roglic bite the dust rather than breathe. Sad condemned in extraordinary stages of tour and back, the Slovenian skate and falls into a curve at the entrance of the San Martino In Grania section, the second they face, the hardest, always pending up and a dry and hard climb in the end. 50 kilometers are left to Siena. The hardest. The platoon was already torn when trying to follow the wheel of Mads Pedersen in the first section. The fall of Roglic, and his breakdowns, his bike changes, and Tom Pidcock with him, fragment it even more, add it to confusion, wrap him in the mists of blindness to Borges, a world of squeaky and squeak, without form, without color. Everything is white, golden powder rather in the air, when the dried attack in the hardest of the bull, one that does not fear the gravel paths, because it has grown by doing Mountain Bike, And he is a juggler on the bike, he breaks even more the race.
With him they leave, pimpantes, Egan Bernal, nose covered with gold dust, like an idol, another biker Expert in the roads of his Zipaquirá, and two companions of the INEOS, and there are also Aert, wise knowledgeable of the land. There is no ayuso. It cannot. “Those of the team asked me about the radio what the situation was. I was in front and I saw that Ayuso had not fallen, but I thought that Egan was Ayuso because the two go white, right? And when I saw that it was not Ayuso I already told him that he was not going to collaborate,” he explains of the bull, that he takes advantage of long kilometers of the work of Brandon Rivera and Thymen arensman for the dreams of Egan. Behind, Ayuso disappoints asking for collaboration. It is offered more Bilbao pello, which pulls Tiberi in the Bahrain, than of his partner Adam Yates, always in line; More than the injured, bleeding elbow, culotte shattered in a fall, Brandon McNulty, than any other. Despair. “And then the team told me to go for the ETAPa ”, continues from the bull, which attacks in the last section, the very hard of Colle Pinzuto, and only Aert resists uncompassed their mouths despite torture.
Del Toro is a phenomenon of those born one every 10, 20 years, which won the tour of the future at 20, flying in the Alps, extradominating in the Col de la Lzein all giants, and debuted with the elders shortly after flying in Australia. And the world stayed with his mouth open. And expectant. In the general, Juan Ayuso, second, in 1m 13s; Roglic, tenth, is 2m 25s. Monday, rest. On Tuesday, counterreloj of 28 kilometers in Pisa, and the exercise is not bad for the Mexican leader, who when asked if he believes that he can win the turn responds with a smile: “Dreaming is free.” “I dreamed of this as a child, but I don’t want to think about it now,” he evades. “I just want to dinner well and sleep a lot. This is cycling: a few days you have good legs, others don’t.”
He lifts him. Behind him, everyone swallows him. All? Yes. Juan Ayuso, his designated leader, resigned by the tactics of the team to see him leave. And at night they would try to calm him by explaining how magnificent the situation is: two uaes dominating the general, Roglic away. What else can be asked? Then, the road put each in its place. Has Pogacar left this team? We know what we do.
Wout are also going to eat dust, the demigod of the Belgian classics and the Strade Bianche, who does not give a relay to the final asphalt, which he endures, which resists as he can, clinging to his pride, to his memories, to his roots of champion that sprouted from there, of the climb of Santa Catalina seven years ago, in the Strade Bianche of 2018 when he was more than a champion of 2018. Cyclocross only known for cycling geeks that fled towards victory was nailed in the middle of the slope, without sufficient development to overcome it. Two years later, he won in the Plaza del Campo as this Sunday in May that seals his cycling resurrection after so many falls. It is his first victory after breaking his knee on the last turn. Expert in the corners and curves of the winding street, let the bull wear at 500m to sneak into two curves, touch the void in the last one, and win. “From experience I knew that the last curves had to go to the head,” he says. “But despite so much experience, I almost give it to me in the last. Lactate already blinded me.”
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