It seems another cycling that of the African World Cup. They arrived one by one, with detachments of minutes, many minutes, about ten between the first and the tenth. In 164, about thirty with the unwary faces, those of the cyclists of the past had started. In front of everyone, even even to say Tadej Pogacar who now, as it runs, as it wins it is also difficult to tell. What adjectives do you want to use with one? Finished. There should be some of them but there is none of Gianni Brera. And then the news is worth, which even without exaggerating, without screaming, without bothering and divinities is in itself already formidable.

One hundred and four kilometers of escape, sixty -six alone. Tadej Pogacar is again world champion for the second consecutive time on the roads Dthe Kigali in Ruanda. Behind him Remco Evenepoel who tries, he goes down to a back for a breakdown, he cursed, is fed up, starts again, returns and tries again. But there is nothing to do and maybe he understands it on the fly. Bronze medal, on the other hand, for Ben Healy, the Irish with a beatle face that today, given the huge effort that everyone makes it even more composed than usual. Sixth our Giulio Ciccone who made us hope, perhaps a little deluded us, certainly gave everything he had and probably even more. Just look at him in the face upon arrival at the Rai microphone of a homnipresent Ettore Giovannelli: “An absurd race for the effort- confesses Abruzzese- never made a effort like this, today I have lost 15 years of my life …”.

For Tadej Pogacar it is the 105th career victory, The second World Cup in a row that puts him alongside people like Gianni Bugno, Paolo Bettini, Julian Alaphilippe, Freddy Maertens, Greg Lemonde. And it did not end here because of time in front of the Slovenian it has a lot to crumble other records. The world title is the grand finale of a season that has seen him dominate in the white roads, the lap of Flanders, the Liegi-Bastogne-Riegi and Altour de France. It is difficult to do better, difficult to think how you can still try to “fight” with such a phenomenon for a few years. Which now chases himself, some new records and two classics with which he has an outstanding account: Sanremo and Roubaix. The next season will leave here: there is a bet.