Tour de France, on the Pyrenees new hit by Pogacar. "I thought about Samuele Previtera in the last kilometres".
Also in this Tour, the master is Tadej Pogacar, 26, the Martian of modern cycling who is overshadowing even the legendary Eddy Merckx
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Well, if we still had any doubts, we no longer do. In this Tour, too, the master is 26-year-old Tadej Pogacar, the Martian of modern cycling who is overshadowing even the legendary Eddy Merckx.
After this first Pyrenean stage, which ended in Hautacam with yet another triumph for the Slovenian, perhaps the curtain could already be pulled down and the whole caravan sent home a week early. It is true that there is still a time trial to come, another Pyrenean mountain stage, the fearsome Mont Ventoux and two important stages in the Alps, but the gap that has emerged in this first real examination of the forces in the field is too clear, almost a sentence that does not allow appeals either to Vingegaard, now second in the standings at over three and a half minutes, or to Evenepoel, third, 4 minutes and 45 seconds behind.
What to call it? A beating? A drubbing? A feat that takes away any argument and any residual hope from the opponents? Now the latter can certainly begin to reason in terms of second and third place, legitimate calculations that the losers will have to make in order to carve out a place for themselves on the podium. What matters, however, is that after this 12th stage, the games are now over. There will be other chapters to leaf through, true, but the yellow is already unravelled, the end of the Tour is closer.
A little voice suggests caution. It suggests that anything can happen in cycling: a bad day or a trivial accident. It can happen, of course, just as it can happen that it snows in the Alps in July, but if we want to be realistic Tadej Pogacar can already see the Arc de Triomphe and the Champs Elysées, while his rivals, including Vingegaard, are still on the Hautacam climb, the last summit of this stage, where the World Champion, with around 12km to go, took off with a sprint that electrocuted everyone, or at least the few who had managed to keep up with the frenzied pace of Uae Emirates, Tadej's team.
A dirty but invaluable job, which drained the rivals by simmering them in the Pyrenean heat. If we then want to say who was the decisive shoulder, the one that broke the bank before Pogacar's acceleration, we must then recall the splendid action of Jhonatan Narvaez, the Ecuadorian rider who with his whiplash crumbled the remaining energy of the competition.




