Well, that was La Pente Béééé, and not much out today, really.

Love a time trial. Never let it be said it's a dull way for a race to finish.

No.

And there are very few words available to describe the performance of Tade Pogaccia.

You don't win the Tour de France at his age.

You don't win it on the final individual time trial coming back from 57 seconds,

let's not forget, against a rider like Primoz Roglitch.

You just don't do what Tade Pogatja is doing.

And on La Plange de Belle Filles, one of the best backdrops of all,

you've just witnessed one of the greatest rides in the history of the Tour de France,

as Tadipaaccia, I think, wins the bike race.

And wherever you are watching across the world,

cycling fans, you will remember the moment

you saw that ride from Tadei Pogacier, because that was history being written in the present tense.

I'm totally lost for words, really. I'm exhausted. I think there's one point where I turned to you

in the contrary and said my mouth, the roof of my mouth has gone a bit dry. And I think there's one point where I turned to you in the contrary and said the roof of my mouth has gone a bit dry and

I think especially after it had happened and we had those two shots of Pogaccha in his

absurd youth unable to comprehend let alone articulate bless, the scale of his achievement, not really

registering it on his face. And at the same time, Roglitz just collapsed on the ground and

staring into the middle distance, and those around him not having the faintest idea what to

say to him, because what do you say, there's nothing. And it was at that point that I thought,

you know, whatever contribution that me andid might have at this point is um

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