Who ? What ?
At about the time that what passes for the England football team were either slinking home from their World Cup fiasco or disappearing off to their house in the Bahama's / wherever, exhausted after playing 90 x 4 minutes of totally ineffective football , the real men were riding out through France , upwards of 150 km per day , often in temperatures approaching 40c. Sprained wrists , cuts , grazes bruises , cracked or broken collar bones were about par for the course. David Millar rode on with cracked ribs ..." It's not too bad on the flat, but the ends of the ribs tend to grind together when I'm climbing ". Climbing ? I get sickness and vertigo just driving up the climbs. And amongst all this effort and carnage, the Manx Man rocks up in Paris with another 5 stage wins under his belt. Way to go!!
Go on - Mark Cavendish , Sports Personality of the Year. You know it makes sense.
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