Jonas Vingegaard also wins in Piancavallo. The Giro is his. The last stage in Rome
What now? What shall we call him? A Martian, too? By now, climb after climb, the adjectives are running out.
Jonas Vingegaard, in the twentieth and penultimate stage of the Giro, gave another demonstration of his class, inflicting another definitive blow on rivals who could do nothing when the King of the Fisherman took the lead. This time, on the ramps of Piancavallo, where Marco Pantani laid the foundations to win the 1998 Giro, Captain Vingo sprinted from a distance, almost 11 kilometres from the finish. His rivals, the other bigs, look at him resignedly and let him go. Too strong, too light and powerful together. He makes a race of himself, applauded and cheered on by the crowd as if he were a true Friulian in the pink jersey with the inscription: 'Friuli thanks and does not forget' dedicated to the victims of the 1976 earthquake.
A solitary ascent
The last feat everyone was asking for. Only Austrian Felix Gall, second both at the finish and in the general classification, tried to stay in the slipstream. But there was no match. Caught up by the usual small group fighting for the podium, Gall also put his heart at rest by limiting the damage (+1'15") and finishing ahead of the Australian Jai Hindley (also third in the classification) and the Canadian Derek Gee.
The surprise was Portugal's Afonso Eulalio, who, after a small crisis, finished seventh (+2'03"), taking the white jersey, ahead of our stainless Damiano Caruso, 38 years old, a Sicilian who rode for the last time. "I swear this is the last time, I want to close in beauty," says Caruso. In fact, he succeeded: in the classification he is ninth, about ten minutes behind the pink jersey, preceded by Davide Piganzoli, Vingegaard's faithful squire but also the first of the Italians in a race that, apart from a few exceptions, has been dominated by foreigners.
Caruso turns 39 in October. Piganzoli, a Valtellinese from Morbegno, 24 in July. They are like the old man and the child in Guccini's song. A nice viaticum for Davide who, in the near future, might leave the well-established Vingegaard workshop to set up on his own.



