Dear Wiggo said:
Projecting is very natural and occurs often, but in this instance is way off the mark.
If you were a pro, your wife would have met you either overseas, or in between long durations of absence as you raced at your place of work.
If your wife was now a joint millionaire, I am pretty sure you would not have much trouble convincing her that every 6 month stint you take for the next few years adds another mill to the account. Unless those performances involved risky business that could get you caught and back on the "looking for money down the back of the couch".
Except Kath Wiggins met Brad while both were cycling on the home tracks, and much of their relationship was with Brad week after week on the Manchester velodrome before heading off back up the road to the village. In other words, your scenario, while clearly very common, did not actually apply to them anything like as much as 'typical' road pro's.
So now (2009-20012) her former happy, relatively well known but relatively poor tracky is off all the time, thinks he's a rockstar and a millionaire several times over, most likely (I read a net worth of 5mil somewhere, but could be wrong on that) and having aclimatised to that, now clearly eclipsed by another rider for whom, and for whom's partner, you don't have much time. Hell, I even remember in that 'year in yellow' crap here saying she preferred track anyway (hardly a shock when it was what she rode).
Now, if you'd made the point about Cound, you'd have been 110% right. but the Wiggins' have, I would suggest, an unusual history in that limited sense.
I don't think she initially 'signed on' for the 'life', and now they're loaded, I can imagine she's not the most driven to keep it going. Cound, clearly, absolutely is. Maybe that's part of their mutual problem. I don't think wiggins and Froome get on, or ever really have, but I don't really think they really hate each other either. but I think that's as nothing compared to the womenfolk. I'd say getting between them in a fight would be a good way to lose your nuts in a hurry.
Bear in mind Wiggo's 'national treasure' status - he won't starve even just doing the Redgrave /Hoy motivation speech/corporate circuit, never mind the Fred Perry tie in.