Photo above is of Chris Froome’s hair raising final descent
yesterday to take the yellow jersey.
As a triathlete I am also a cyclist and through that
interest in my life, I am also a big fan of the Tour de France. We all have a
free choice in life and can become interested in what ever sport we enjoy
either doing or watching or both. I look forward to the tour and follow it
every day on TV. It surprises me that a few people that you talk to say they don’t watch it because it’s boring. I
find it as far from boring as it’s possible to get, every day is different,
every year it take in other area’s of France
To me it is not only very exciting but so very beautiful and
such a wonderful travel programme. It shows time and again just what spectacular
scenery there is in so many parts for that country. At school I was pretty poor
at maths and science but absolutely loved geography and history. France is a beautiful country and in our many
years of travels with our work in the antiques world, we have driven from end
to end and side to side using main all the routes but also when we are
delivering or collecting, we have had the chance to see much of hidden France France is as steeped in history as is the UK France
Beyond the wonderful scenery that spreads out across the TV
screen in the daily coverage, there is also the most interesting commentary with
every piece of information that the fans could possibly need. Our vote for best
show goes with the Eurosport coverage that Steve and I watch; the main interest
is of course, the Teams themselves. I love the jersey system that is the
special interest along with who is in yellow and therefore leading at any one
time, and there are sprints along the way that earn points as well as the
killer sprints every day for stage win.
To get in the mood, I always bowl into my local nail salon
and have my nails painted in the colours of the jerseys that go from rider to
rider until one is so far ahead that is stays on that cyclists back for the
duration. As well as a one nail painted yellow, I also have a white one a green
one a polka dot one and one for my favourite Sky team colours. Yesterday was a
very special day that had a conclusion that made my eyes pop out of me head and
I heard myself shouting at our man Froome to be careful in the most hair raising
decent I have seen for a few years with him sitting on the cross-bar, chest
down on the handlebars, saddle point right behind his spine, hurtling down the
final descent like a total lunatic to make sure he took the yellow jersey to go
into the lead. Heart attack stuff I tell you.
I have met people who say they would rather stick needles in
their eyes than watch even one stage of The Tour and I can’t really in all fairness
say to much to those people one of whom is my son-in-law, because that is how I
feel about football, which is one of his great loves. The one super goal that
they show on TV at the end of the news is as much football I can enjoy. Each to
his own then I feel.
The photo below, is
again our man Froome, who the commentator yesterday described as having the face of a
choirboy and the mind of an assassin.
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