It made me think of 1999, the day after Lance Armstrong’s dominant performance in Sestriere. Speaking to my then sports editor, Alex Butler, I told of my misgivings and listed the reasons why Armstrong’s performances couldn’t be believed. EPO, the drug of choice in the peloton during these years, was still undetectable, Le Monde journalist Benoît Hopquin was working on a story that the UCI had covered a positive test for Armstrong and the French rider Christophe Bassons was telling anyone prepared to listen that doping was still rife in the peloton. Bassons didn’t ask for anonymity.
Hearing my scepticism, the sports editor wasn’t exactly euphoric. “You really think he’s doping after coming back from cancer?” “Yes,” I said. “Well, if that’s what you believe, that’s what you’ve got to write,” he said matter of factly.
You see 24 years ago there was disappointment that the guy in the Yellow Jersey was cheating. Now, in some quarters, the belief that the maillot jaune is clean is greeted with disappointment. The second reaction is of course born out of the first. Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me.
No one, though, comes up with a scintilla of evidence that Vingegaard, Pogacar or any of today’s generation are cheating. Ouest France, a high-circulation regional newspaper, published a story last week that quoted a number of anonymous sources saying Vingegaard’s performances were too good to be trusted. Nobody can be that good, was the thrust of the argument.
The only source quoted in the piece offered a different view. Asked about the time difference between Vingegaard and his nearest rival, he said: “I wasn’t expecting it, the gap is incredible, but that doesn’t make me uneasy.” The Ouest France piece read like long-form Twitter.