'There are no gentlemen’s agreements in the final kilometre. It’s like a giant fist thudding down onto the road. The men are no longer riders, they are devils, all driven on by the same goal: to win' Erik Zabel, gave me goosebumps. Love a mass sprint
'There are no gentlemen’s agreements in the final kilometre. It’s like a giant fist thudding down onto the road. The men are no longer riders, they are devils, all driven on by the same goal: to win' Erik Zabel, gave me goosebumps. Love a mass sprint