The one thing that is irking me the most from this whole charade is how Matxin and Gianetti are just basically urinating us in the mouth, and everyone is allowing them to. The Bald Brothers are the #1 and #2 dodgy figures in the world of cycling today, but they have us on strings.
Why was Armstrong caught, why even did we/they continue to bother about his obvious usage many years into his retirement? Because, aside from putting up otherworldly performances every year, Armstrong and Bruyneel were arrogant. It would seem Matxin and Gianetti took this to heart, made some sort of masterplan and decided to do the complete opposite: we are going to be wholesome, kind and jubilant. It has resulted in this Pogacar propaganda machine where they are on a continuous chase for clout, and it’s working. So much so that nobody with any sort of power is questioning this stuff. ‘Look how he gave his bidon to that fan. The kid never left him, it’s beautiful!’.
Others, despite achievements and performances subpar in comparison to what we have witnessed this season but specifically this weekend, were scrutinised for far less, but, alas, here we are. Tadej Pogacar, p/b Matxin and Gianetti, with the help of carbon monoxide of your local car exhaust.
I do not wish this upon them, but my guess would be this stuff will not see its end until someone ends up like Tom Simpson. Cycling is cooked.
Why was Armstrong caught, why even did we/they continue to bother about his obvious usage many years into his retirement? Because, aside from putting up otherworldly performances every year, Armstrong and Bruyneel were arrogant. It would seem Matxin and Gianetti took this to heart, made some sort of masterplan and decided to do the complete opposite: we are going to be wholesome, kind and jubilant. It has resulted in this Pogacar propaganda machine where they are on a continuous chase for clout, and it’s working. So much so that nobody with any sort of power is questioning this stuff. ‘Look how he gave his bidon to that fan. The kid never left him, it’s beautiful!’.
Others, despite achievements and performances subpar in comparison to what we have witnessed this season but specifically this weekend, were scrutinised for far less, but, alas, here we are. Tadej Pogacar, p/b Matxin and Gianetti, with the help of carbon monoxide of your local car exhaust.
I do not wish this upon them, but my guess would be this stuff will not see its end until someone ends up like Tom Simpson. Cycling is cooked.