It is not a question of tactics, of wheeled wheels, filled, sucked. Of opportunities, opportunism, redemption, stages won, as few have managed to do, on the tour, to the Vuelta and now also to the Giro. It is not even the revenge against so much, too much, misfortune and not even the balance of an account with the fate that saw him on credit. The victory of Wout van aert Yesterday in Siena, on the white roads where he had already won, in the dust that brings back to cycling that was, it is not only the victory of an absolute and found champion but it is the victory of a champion who in all these years has contributed, with other phenomena like him, to make cycling the wonderful show he is.
Wout Van Aert is not just a cycling sample. It is the romantic hero that every fan dreams of seeing, fighting, winning but also losing in the best of the possible challenges always hovering between the great enterprise and drama, between joy and despair, between ecstasy and torment. There is a cycling with Wout Van Aert and there is another without and they are not the same thing. Because it is generous, loyal cycling, of the good feelings that the Flemish in all these years has sewn on. Van Aert in running adds, inflames, because in any case you know that it tries and that it can make that difference that for a strange will of fate perhaps does not do. In the race it is important that there is because when you are always knowing that something can happen, even if something often happens to him and not always good, because fora, it falls, falls … but if it does not happen Van Aert in the race always the price of the ticket is always worth because where you find it one who wins at the sprint on the Elisi fields and then detaches everyone on Mont Ventoux?
And then it is explained why the day after his return to victory, the emphasis is the one that generally reserves the great businesses. And then it is explained why every TV, every site, every post since yesterday re -proposes that head to head with Isaac of the Taurus, an iconic image of a victory that will remain over time, which we will remember, that it will become what has been Italy for football Germany 4a 3 or, more recently, the Champions Semifinal between Inter and Barcelona. Just make a “ride” between the press reviews or on social networks to realize that his is not a victory and that’s all, that everyone or almost everyone expected that this would happen, that everyone or almost everyone was looking forward to, that everyone or almost yesterday on the Ramo di Santa Caterina cheered for him. Finding him with arms raised on the finish line in Piazza del Campo for everyone or almost all was the end of a nightmare that goes beyond the tactics, the wheels held, filled or sucked. Land and negligible details of a victory that returns to us the champion of our dreams, which reconciles us with the feelings and with the sense of justice, which makes equal and firm with fate. Which for cycling is a sigh of relief …