The tifosi scream and encourage, the rider can’t hear.
His brain is zoned out, the finish is near
Just a couple more metres, a push left to the top.
His heart wants to reach it, his legs want to stop.
Every pedal a struggle, every meter a fight.
The leaders he followed, now long out of sight.
The rider knows now, as he suspected before
it’s the hardest stage ever, in any grand tour.
But the realization, that wont be good for morale
Is that he’s just crossing over, the Passo del Tonale.
Twenty k down, 200 to go.
3000m climbing, before the Passo Stelvio.
Four difficult hills, and the Mortirolo as well
Ladies and gentlemen,
welcome
to
hell.
His brain is zoned out, the finish is near
Just a couple more metres, a push left to the top.
His heart wants to reach it, his legs want to stop.
Every pedal a struggle, every meter a fight.
The leaders he followed, now long out of sight.
The rider knows now, as he suspected before
it’s the hardest stage ever, in any grand tour.
But the realization, that wont be good for morale
Is that he’s just crossing over, the Passo del Tonale.
Twenty k down, 200 to go.
3000m climbing, before the Passo Stelvio.
Four difficult hills, and the Mortirolo as well
Ladies and gentlemen,
welcome
to
hell.
