Tour de France 2012

Next year will see hordes of Stella swilling, knotted handkerchief wearing, tatoo'd, lobster red cunts who have just realised that the new national sport has no away and home ends and a whole heap of soft foreigners ready for a good pulverising.

That's the spirit. Bad booze and xenophobia, sun stroke and bombastic bigotry-the British legions are coming!

How long till Alpe d'Huez starts resembling some shithole on the Costa del Sol? Brailsford et al. will be racked by guilt and wishing they'd never set eyes on a bike... a pyrrhic victory indeed.