Tour de Force, Tour de France. What a brilliant two weeks of cycling it has been. Yet, paradoxically, the Tour is more than just cycling. It is a soap opera, a chain of events, shakes and moves that even the most gifted of Hollywood scribes would struggle to create on paper.
Above all else, a lot of focus has been on two men - 'We are the Robots'....
One from the Isle of Man who talks in neither scouse nor Manc, a dismissive 'so what' attitude reminiscent of most council house kids - the Liam Gallagher of the peloton, but an absolutely explosive pocket rocket of a finisher. The one and only Mark Cavendish. Love him or loathe him he has the British talking about riding a bike and even 'The Sun' had more than a few words on him today. Naturally the daily coverage in the broadsheets has been exemplary.
In the words of Bruce Banner, 'Don't make me angry, you wont like me when I am angry'....
Be warned, he might just go green.
The other, a lyrical gun slinger, a thinker and a doer and a machine sent from the future to kill all other cyclists. Had father time caught up with twittering Lance Armstrong or can he produce the goods in the hills and prove once again the he is the best cyclist the world has ever seen. A cowboy from the American West, a man bigger than the sport itself and much derided for that. Irony yes, but no can doubt what he has achieved and what he brings to the table. I like him. In my eyes he has the Brian Clough about him, that ironic wink of a man who knows his talents but is still 'I think' quite humble.
The way the two weeks have panned out with Alberto have been nothing short of a riddle, maybe even a ruse, but thats the beauty of this TV show.
The paper cant tell you the story line three weeks in advance;
The internet cant ruin it for you;
Just a man and a machine against each other and the clock and as such neither can the riders.
I urge you to tune into ITV 4 @ 7pm on an evening and just watch and enjoy or if you have the time sit back and watch the whole thing fold away like a silk ribbon across the wonderful, shame inducing French landscape that makes 'Bristol; a cycling city' look like the abject mess it really is.