Twitter Dedications
Thanks to all those who entered the Twitter signing competition to have your dedications included in the ebook. Here they are:
Amy O’Halloran / @amyling
For all the riders. Especially those with gigantic thighs.
Iain Smith / @smit1872
To next yrs book. How Wiggo & Cav won yellow & green in TDF 2012 & made Ned more cash! #fingerscrossed #WATP #GoWiggo #mod #GoCav
Vicky Higham / @higgumsmythe
To Cav&Wiggo saw u on podium in Madrid. In Paris 4 TdF final stage, 2012 here’s to a @TeamSky yellow&green in July #keepthefaith
Kai Muxlow / @kaimux73
For Kai and all the other everyday cyclists for whom Highgate Hill is the Alpe d’Huez.
Andrew Smith / @andyspex
To Hannah. Thanks for putting up with the books and still wanting to marry me.
Greythorne / @greythorne
I would like to thank Ned for introducing me to Paul Sherwen’s oak-panelled Trouser Gallery.
Phil Cramp / @phil_cramp
For the bike riders who always dreamed the dream, and those who brought that dream to life.
Mark Silcox / @msilcox
To everyone who cycles – keep riding and smiling!
Joe McTaggart / @joemctag
To Joey Halloran and Tom Turner who really got me into cycling in the first place :)
Michael Brader / @mike_brader
To everyone who rode clean. Chapeau.
Gareth / @designbyjack
To Gareth’s wife Jo (@mrsdesignbyjack), for constantly putting up with his two wheel obsession.
Chris Ethchingham / @theboyetch
To Charlotte, Georgie & Poppy as they have to put up with cycling on TV & dominating our lives every July.
Andy Dawson / @sonylite
To Mark and Phil for getting me into this cycling malarkey and Rosa who has to deal with/put up with my obsession! Love you all.
Stevie Dexter / @steviedexter
To Steve Wynn, as inspirational as he is fast at replying to Tweets. Keep the rubber side down! http://bit.ly/AqIFgz
Josh Owen Morris / @joshowenmorris
I like riding bikes and reading books when I’m not talking on the radio or releasing records, so thanks everyone.
Jeff Marshall / @jeffmarshall
To Jeff and all the Vita cycles team
Holly Blades / @lifeofholly
To Matt (@realstephens), who makes me want to actually start riding a bike just to spend more time with him. Love you. Holly x
How Cav Won the Green Jersey
Dispatches from the 2011 Tour de France
Ned Boulting
MARK CAVENDISH WAS UNDER pressure, as I had witnessed a couple of weeks before I left for France. There was nothing new in this. After all, he always was. But it was with some irritation that he challenged a roomful of journalists.
‘Who won the last three green jerseys? Don’t think about it. Just tell me.’
There had been an uncomfortable shuffling noise. It reminded me of those awful moments in echoing classrooms at school when it becomes apparent that absolutely no one has the answer. I looked at my notepad and pretended to be deep in thought. In fact, I was drawing a picture of a swordfish piercing a football, for some reason.
Silhouetted against the bright Soho Street beyond the window behind him, Mark Cavendish sat forward in his chair, injecting a little urgency into his enquiry. For years, he’d been besieged by hapless hacks asking him if he was frustrated never to have won the green jersey.
‘See?’ He leant towards the cluster of microphones, when it became obvious that no one could answer him straight away. ‘You can’t remember, can you? That’s the point.’
As points go, it was quite sharp.
* * *
I have a confession to make. Covering the Tour, I run and I eat. The running is fine, nothing more than a protracted mid-life crisis. But the eating is more of an issue. Philippe and Odette, who cater extravagantly for the ITV crew, have an on-going love affair with butter and olive oil. Because of their exquisite cooking, and because I run myself most days into a state of insatiable hunger, I tend to overeat at lunchtime. It’s no longer something I can control.
There are consequences. Being forty-two years old, and consequently a bit
Thanks to all those who entered the Twitter signing competition to have your dedications included in the ebook. Here they are:
Amy O’Halloran / @amyling
For all the riders. Especially those with gigantic thighs.
Iain Smith / @smit1872
To next yrs book. How Wiggo & Cav won yellow & green in TDF 2012 & made Ned more cash! #fingerscrossed #WATP #GoWiggo #mod #GoCav
Vicky Higham / @higgumsmythe
To Cav&Wiggo saw u on podium in Madrid. In Paris 4 TdF final stage, 2012 here’s to a @TeamSky yellow&green in July #keepthefaith
Kai Muxlow / @kaimux73
For Kai and all the other everyday cyclists for whom Highgate Hill is the Alpe d’Huez.
Andrew Smith / @andyspex
To Hannah. Thanks for putting up with the books and still wanting to marry me.
Greythorne / @greythorne
I would like to thank Ned for introducing me to Paul Sherwen’s oak-panelled Trouser Gallery.
Phil Cramp / @phil_cramp
For the bike riders who always dreamed the dream, and those who brought that dream to life.
Mark Silcox / @msilcox
To everyone who cycles – keep riding and smiling!
Joe McTaggart / @joemctag
To Joey Halloran and Tom Turner who really got me into cycling in the first place :)
Michael Brader / @mike_brader
To everyone who rode clean. Chapeau.
Gareth / @designbyjack
To Gareth’s wife Jo (@mrsdesignbyjack), for constantly putting up with his two wheel obsession.
Chris Ethchingham / @theboyetch
To Charlotte, Georgie & Poppy as they have to put up with cycling on TV & dominating our lives every July.
Andy Dawson / @sonylite
To Mark and Phil for getting me into this cycling malarkey and Rosa who has to deal with/put up with my obsession! Love you all.
Stevie Dexter / @steviedexter
To Steve Wynn, as inspirational as he is fast at replying to Tweets. Keep the rubber side down! http://bit.ly/AqIFgz
Josh Owen Morris / @joshowenmorris
I like riding bikes and reading books when I’m not talking on the radio or releasing records, so thanks everyone.
Jeff Marshall / @jeffmarshall
To Jeff and all the Vita cycles team
Holly Blades / @lifeofholly
To Matt (@realstephens), who makes me want to actually start riding a bike just to spend more time with him. Love you. Holly x
How Cav Won the Green Jersey
Dispatches from the 2011 Tour de France
Ned Boulting
MARK CAVENDISH WAS UNDER pressure, as I had witnessed a couple of weeks before I left for France. There was nothing new in this. After all, he always was. But it was with some irritation that he challenged a roomful of journalists.
‘Who won the last three green jerseys? Don’t think about it. Just tell me.’
There had been an uncomfortable shuffling noise. It reminded me of those awful moments in echoing classrooms at school when it becomes apparent that absolutely no one has the answer. I looked at my notepad and pretended to be deep in thought. In fact, I was drawing a picture of a swordfish piercing a football, for some reason.
Silhouetted against the bright Soho Street beyond the window behind him, Mark Cavendish sat forward in his chair, injecting a little urgency into his enquiry. For years, he’d been besieged by hapless hacks asking him if he was frustrated never to have won the green jersey.
‘See?’ He leant towards the cluster of microphones, when it became obvious that no one could answer him straight away. ‘You can’t remember, can you? That’s the point.’
As points go, it was quite sharp.
* * *
I have a confession to make. Covering the Tour, I run and I eat. The running is fine, nothing more than a protracted mid-life crisis. But the eating is more of an issue. Philippe and Odette, who cater extravagantly for the ITV crew, have an on-going love affair with butter and olive oil. Because of their exquisite cooking, and because I run myself most days into a state of insatiable hunger, I tend to overeat at lunchtime. It’s no longer something I can control.
There are consequences. Being forty-two years old, and consequently a bit
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