In life you have to have someone to trust. And, these days, it is the best possible message. Today ends the tour with the emotion of the blessing in the Vatican of Pope Leone XIV who received the group by explaining how well the sport does well to the body and spirit and how much the athletes are example. We must trust what the pope says: sport is truly a safe way to grow well, to transmit some more value, this said the lap ends with Simon Yates In the squad that is a beautiful story of redemption, of revenge, which wins because it went strong but also because yesterday on the windows he found a champion like Wout van aert who gave him a good hand. Yates got into sure hands, took the wheel and trusted and in fact at Sestriere he arrived in a Amen winning that tour that had tormented him for seven years.

And then the Pope’s words are back, on the lesson of sport. Which is also this: you must always trust, even when it runs badly, when it seems that it is over, when you are behind, when you arrange, when you fall. Also to win the Giro d’Italia you have to trust and Simon Yates immediately understood that his team could be trusted. He won with his legs, of course but also because he knew that everyone in the team and on the flagships, in the kitchen, on the bus and in the warehouses pedaled on his side. Do you want to put? This was won by Giro 108, one of the most fought, that of the rivalries first between Jau Ayuso and Isaac del Toro and then the one between the Toro and Richard Carapaz who inflamed the windows but also a nice piece of Latin America.

A tour without champions? Not exactly. Of course there were no Tadej Pogacar, there was no Jonas Vingegaard and there was no Remco Evenepoel and it is not a little. But the others? The others were there. There was and was seen a monumental Mads Pedersen who closed with a cyclamen shirt and a series of victories that partially repay him for the disappointment of Roubaix where he had all the cards to play it and could not. There was Richard Carapaz Which must always be taken into account, which touched an encore that perhaps had in the legs but not in the head. There was Primaz Rogl That he had no luck, that perhaps he would not have won, who however remains a champion who goes beyond criticism. And there were ours: Giulio Ciccone, Giulio Pellizzari and Antonio Tiberi But it didn’t go how it was hoped. There was also Damiano Caruso, stainless despite the age. They were there Isaac Del Toro and Jan Ayusotwo young cockerels in the same chicken coop but with a lot of samples. There were, they are there and they will be there in the coming years.

And then there was wout van aert. Luckily there was Wout van aert. When the Flemish runs are in the race, the races are always another thing. Whatever happens leaves a mark: that I win, who loses, that he starts to pull to cover a hole, who goes on the run on the ascent of the windows and then helps Yates to win the lap, who does the last Vistma wagon in the sprints to launch Olav Koij. So it was today in Rome. They all trusted all of him. Koij won a couple of stages, Yates the tour of his dreams. The difference is perhaps all here.