http://uk.eurosport.yahoo.com/23102009/58/blazin-saddles-cav-white-stuff.html
Twenty-four hours after picking up an award in Belgium wearing a garish white suit from the Ashley Cole school of sartorial elegance, Cav put in an appearance in Italy with his new girlfriend, Fiorella Migliore, winner of a recent beauty pageant for women of Italian heritage.
Tall, good-looking film stars such as George Clooney and Clive Owen can pull off dressing entirely in white: Cav, put simply, cannot.
Maybe it's his pink face, his jowly jaw line, his diminutive stature - who knows? Certainly, it would help if he didn't appear to shop in Primark. But even if he was sporting head-to-toe bespoke Savile Row, the Manxman would struggle.
He obviously thought he'd dress for the occasion but instead did his best impression of any given Premier League football star on his wedding day. The whiter-than-white monstrosity covering Cav's torso looked like it was made from polyester in a Bangkok factory employing workers short of sight and deprived of thumbs.
It was the kind of suit that you could pour red wine on, only for it to slide to the floor without leaving any trace. Someone once had a pop at Saddles for calling the Team Columbia maestro "Cav the Chav". Well, let's lay that all to rest now, eh?
On the back of his road-race success this year, Cavendish released his snappily named autobiography Boy Racer' in June.
The book itself was as so-so as you would expect from someone about as articulate as Wayne Rooney's armpit, containing the expected scattergun of arrogant boasting and one rather bizarre suggestion that rival rider Filippo Pozzato "just fancies me".
Perhaps the most telling part, however, was the book's dedication in which Cav admitted to being both a "charmless scally" and an "arsehole" during a seemingly heartfelt message to his then-girlfriend Melissa.
"Lissie, you were there when I was a 16-year-old scally with no money and sometimes even less charm, and you're still there for me now that I'm a lot older but unfortunately, on occasions, no less of an arsehole," his ghost-writer wrote:
"I won't make it up to you with this book or this dedication; I can only hope that I might by loving you and thanking you for being the best thing in my life."
Well, forget the book and dedication. He didn't make it up to her at all, full stop. So good was Lissie in fact that Cav ditched his childhood sweetheart of eight years at the same moment that the pair were meant to be planning their autumn wedding.
While Lissie was there when Cav was moneyless, it seems that now Cav is rolling in cash he has no need for the previous best thing in his life and can move on to bigger and better things - namely Paraguayan models of Italian provenance.
Signorita Migliore must feel rather special now she has bagged herself the hottest property in cycling - although if she's read his book she'll presumably take everything that Cav says (via an interpreter) with a pinch of salt.
It's not hard to see what Cav sees in his new squeeze - she may have an "outie" bellybutton but even BS would come to terms with this if placed in Cav's Sidi Cycling Shoes. But just what she sees in Bingo is hard to pin-point.
Twenty-four hours after picking up an award in Belgium wearing a garish white suit from the Ashley Cole school of sartorial elegance, Cav put in an appearance in Italy with his new girlfriend, Fiorella Migliore, winner of a recent beauty pageant for women of Italian heritage.
Tall, good-looking film stars such as George Clooney and Clive Owen can pull off dressing entirely in white: Cav, put simply, cannot.
Maybe it's his pink face, his jowly jaw line, his diminutive stature - who knows? Certainly, it would help if he didn't appear to shop in Primark. But even if he was sporting head-to-toe bespoke Savile Row, the Manxman would struggle.
He obviously thought he'd dress for the occasion but instead did his best impression of any given Premier League football star on his wedding day. The whiter-than-white monstrosity covering Cav's torso looked like it was made from polyester in a Bangkok factory employing workers short of sight and deprived of thumbs.
It was the kind of suit that you could pour red wine on, only for it to slide to the floor without leaving any trace. Someone once had a pop at Saddles for calling the Team Columbia maestro "Cav the Chav". Well, let's lay that all to rest now, eh?
On the back of his road-race success this year, Cavendish released his snappily named autobiography Boy Racer' in June.
The book itself was as so-so as you would expect from someone about as articulate as Wayne Rooney's armpit, containing the expected scattergun of arrogant boasting and one rather bizarre suggestion that rival rider Filippo Pozzato "just fancies me".
Perhaps the most telling part, however, was the book's dedication in which Cav admitted to being both a "charmless scally" and an "arsehole" during a seemingly heartfelt message to his then-girlfriend Melissa.
"Lissie, you were there when I was a 16-year-old scally with no money and sometimes even less charm, and you're still there for me now that I'm a lot older but unfortunately, on occasions, no less of an arsehole," his ghost-writer wrote:
"I won't make it up to you with this book or this dedication; I can only hope that I might by loving you and thanking you for being the best thing in my life."
Well, forget the book and dedication. He didn't make it up to her at all, full stop. So good was Lissie in fact that Cav ditched his childhood sweetheart of eight years at the same moment that the pair were meant to be planning their autumn wedding.
While Lissie was there when Cav was moneyless, it seems that now Cav is rolling in cash he has no need for the previous best thing in his life and can move on to bigger and better things - namely Paraguayan models of Italian provenance.
Signorita Migliore must feel rather special now she has bagged herself the hottest property in cycling - although if she's read his book she'll presumably take everything that Cav says (via an interpreter) with a pinch of salt.
It's not hard to see what Cav sees in his new squeeze - she may have an "outie" bellybutton but even BS would come to terms with this if placed in Cav's Sidi Cycling Shoes. But just what she sees in Bingo is hard to pin-point.
sorry guys, im a bit slow.. carry on..
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