The GIRO, its exploded into a miriad of colour and excitement, the raw gladitorial combat of a Cavendish victory in the sprint, the artistry of SKY's team time trial, the brash arrogance of Ryder Hesjedal's series of attacks, the coolness of Wiggo, its all been thrown up in the air fantastically by a number of unjustified attempted breakaways grabbing the glory at the front. The sight of an euscadel rider chasing at the front of a breakaway with half a dozen bottles down the back of his shirt was a treat! His team car had decided that the breakaway was going to be caught so ladened him him down in anticipation of the peleton catching them. No sooner had they done that, another rider saw his chance and surged ahead. Obviously a bit pissed at this, the euscadel rider kicked off looking like mitchelin man and made a valient effort in keeping with the breakaway rider for some time. A folly of youth but entertaining non the less.
So Wiggins got held up and slips down to sixth some 36 seconds behind the leader. No problemo says Braillsford, his evil master plan of boring the entire peleton to death with "Keeping it safe, playing the percentages and counting the numbers" seems to go against the romanticism of the Giro, the passion of the race, the need for drama. What the hell I wont give a damn if Wiggo is in pink in Brescia - cos I'll be there to see him in! COME ON WIGGO!
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