Bradley Wiggins wins Tour de France – someone check if he really is British
AND with Bradley Wiggins became the first Briton to win the Tour de France, the world’s greatest race. When Wiggins won the race’s final time-trial, it meant that he will arrive in Paris as the Tour de France victor. Well, unless… Unless sport tosses up something extraordinary. Unless on the 120-kilometre twentieth stage from Rambouillet to the Champs-Elysees, Wiggins is the victim of a chain of unfortunate events.
Astoundingly, Wiggins’ Sky teammate, Britain’s Christopher Froome, is likely to finish second. Before these two, no Briton had ever made it onto the podium. Fourth was best. In 2009, Wiggins’s fourth place equalled Robert Millar’s 1984 finish.
It’s all utterly bonkers. Wiggins is the British favourite who is on to win a sport that Britain is no good at. He’s no plucky underdog. Wiggins is the real deal, the champion elect who won from the front. Someone needs to cheek if he really is British.
Wiggins will have defeated French roundabouts, Peugeot Estates, motorbikes, crashes – bike crashes are hideous viewing, a composite mix of speed, metal, bone, skin, barbed wire fence, sharp metal bits, and, if you’re lucky, tarmac (see cobbles) – Frenchmen waving flag and inflatables in your face, mobile doctors hanging from convertible cars, accusations that he’s on more than just the bike and the other riders.
Wiggins. Bloody hell…