Tokyo 2020
Some will say there are better things to do on a Friday evening than to watch six hours of Olympic road cycling. I beg to differ and enjoyed ever bit of it, including the long lead up to the Mikuni pass.
A lot had been said before and during the Tour de France about last night’s race. I had ignored most of it, and didn’t realize how tough the final climb would be.
I was disappointed Greg Van Avermaet shot his cartouche way too early in the race. That didn’t help anyone but the competition. Also Remco’s attack was too early, and left Wout without a possible helper in the final 30km.
Thus, it became everybody against Wout. He was strong, very strong. Yet, so was Richard Carapaz. He took full advantage of the situation and is the deserved winner of the gold medal.
In a nutshell,
- Richard, the sensei, strong and clever, deserved the gold.
- Wout, the lion, strong and who fought hard and gave it all. Silver, with a hint of gold.
- Tadej, the yellow-jersey wearing mountain goat with a surprising end sprint. Bronze.
- Remco, a mere pussycat, who lacked a punch, and was no factor.
- Mauri, the dancer, swinging up the mountain.
- Jan Tratnik, the beast, who was incredible and relentless closing the gap on the early group.