Gilles Le Roc'h for cyclismactu.net:
"Almost 10 years ago, I took the plane to Canada, more precisely to Toronto and from there to Hamilton, where the cycling world championships were being held. Indian summer guaranteed... In the Boeing of Air Canada, a skinny little 18 year old sits next to me. The coincidences of booking. Polite, smiling, reading. He sees me write an article on my laptop and, being curious, sees that it is about cycling. He asks some friendly questions, is interested in journalism. He makes lucid remarks, showing a certain covinction at his 18 years of age. Maturity, not yet.
"Me, I go cycling for fun", he says, "I am a student. I won't make it my job, but I like it a lot. My older brother is a professional, as was my father. It's a tradition in our family...
He, that was Andy Schleck (...)
Also interesting:
(...) those bad "friends" who pretend to love him, who take advantage of him, live off of his money and will be the last to help him.
Wonder who that is?