Picture the scene. You are Andy Schleck.
You are at home. The doorbell rings. It's Alberto. You invite him him.
You exchange small talk until he clear his throat and looks at you dead on.
'Andy. I'm sorry I tested positive and ruined cyclings reputation. I'm sorry for attacking you when your chain came off and saying I never saw it when i did.'
He sighs and looks down contemplatively.
'It looks like I'm going away for a while, probably a year. Don't know where yet. But I just wanted you to know I was sorry. I got you a present to make up for it!'
With that, he pulls a white plastic bag out of his satchel, and hands its firm contents to you.
'It's Spain's finest!' he says, 'A prime sirloin steak!'
What do?
You are at home. The doorbell rings. It's Alberto. You invite him him.
You exchange small talk until he clear his throat and looks at you dead on.
'Andy. I'm sorry I tested positive and ruined cyclings reputation. I'm sorry for attacking you when your chain came off and saying I never saw it when i did.'
He sighs and looks down contemplatively.
'It looks like I'm going away for a while, probably a year. Don't know where yet. But I just wanted you to know I was sorry. I got you a present to make up for it!'
With that, he pulls a white plastic bag out of his satchel, and hands its firm contents to you.
'It's Spain's finest!' he says, 'A prime sirloin steak!'
What do?