Saturday, March 29, 2008

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Tirreno-Adriatico and Paris-Nice



A beautiful French-Italian around to tell the results of two stage races very important to pull the money first ...


Tirreno-Adriatico race from the time domain is a little dignified Rabottini through its role in the preparation of Sanremo. Our boys still running full season were presented at the start with a good mix of sprinters, climbers and mysterious objects (Matthew Priam of Dementia 13 on all). Lanista tense to verify the purchases still a bit slow 'to get to the heart.


first stage and suffered from volatone Strapaese with lots of ham, and Councillor Miss in search of votes (unfortunately, not ecclesiastical). Needless to describe the evolution of the sprint, just highlight the exemplary work of Petacchi confirms that the most precious of followers of Oscar Freire. For our night, 43 ° Richeze ... says a lot.


Second stage: The ascent to a mound undefined animated maps on the ending. The wily and mysterious paron of Dementia 13 (which always goes away
covered with a hood that hides his features) to convince the brave Priam, who was placed on the hill, the temple of Athena to get the most from its champion. The trick worked a half because Priam stopped on a bend of the Achaeans to chat with a former ultra-partisan nineties: that Anchises Pellegrini.Nonostante Priam the incident proved the best with one of our thirty- place! The blond and curly

Brutt arrived to complete the defeat of the sixtieth day.

Third Stage: sleepless nights for cyclists in the climb of Montelupone was described as a kind of "Mortirolo but harder." Even so the pace did not exceed 15 hours for the first hour of the match. In fact a bunch of thugs looking for an alternative route bragging Montelupone closing pitch for snow. A pair of specially appointed eunuchs denies the rumor and allow the smooth running of the race.

After the first flights of Montelupone someone to remove the heart rate did not impress, then the thing was made even more complicated thanks to a group laoocontico placed in the middle of the road (consisting of motion of the jury and some cicista). Matthew Priam paralyzed from Deja vu lost a long time. Just as other cyclists were forced to put their feet on the ground. In general, however, Tom Stubbe delirium crept like a new bike Von Grueniger between the fifteenth to win a place that says (according to his paron) among cyclists worthy of the name.


In the fifth stage (which in the fourth nothing happened) great clock of the brave Ignatiev (a guarantee in these tests) that could settle in sixth place with relative ease, but Tom Stubbe confirmed the time of grace with a 23 ° very unusual place for an interpreter of the classical which he purports to time. Great satisfaction of Colonel Mutombo who fears the shame of finishing behind the Dementia 13.


The final ranking of the Tyrrhenian Sea, in addition to hand over the scepter to the brave Cancellara, thus marks a return to competitiveness Tom Stubbe: The tenth in the standings to
Colonel yielded 35 points and above all enabled the regime to abandon the poor Tom bread and water which was forced by about one anno.Disastro total instead for all the other cyclists (or we wish to consider the 53 ° position positavamente Brutt? I would say no ...)


Paris-Nice

Victim eve of a frantic race with a number incredible disputes, heresies, appeals, contrappelli. At some point even your Photius was called because of its considerable experience of schisms and councils, but in truth he had to surrender in front of such great hair-splitting. In fact, for the purposes of the Paris-Nice cycling Byzantine remains Pro-Tour race with all points of the case assigned. And that the stupid roosters and mangiapatate Celtic continue to fight.


Step 1: Time to wolves and who you appear? But Peter Velits hunting of wolves and cubs (with zip)
as if they ever saw of equals. The flight, in itself already moving to the Pave the Paron du pate, was further enhanced by the mysterious presence of the object Niki Terpstra you
attagliolava the wheel to give Velits manforte to flee (and here's the picture recall). But the two were just against the spiteful envy of the group that there was going to catch a few kilometers from the finish result: volatona acrobatic on the weekend with the elusive
Lequatre 23 °. Not really a springalds that of the French ...

II stage: the time a little more forgiving and the group heads, style flock of sheep, towards the finish line with no start. Sprint just so soporific that Formaggino Monfort, usually with a sprint equal to that of Emmental cheese in a cave, can bring home a good 15th place.


Stage III: When the eunuchs sent already in place were to close the lid before an exhibition race a little thick, here's the peak of one of our promises: Clement Hotellerie. The young French climber pulls out his grappling competition and climbs right in the flight also resisting the return of the group. With him also of the Roman Kreuziger Cellars Tabarez. In the end neither boy manages to win the stage but the evidence is indeed remarkable: 2nd and 5th Clement Roman Kreuziger. But the cheese does not melt like a scottarella and saves 14 °.


V Stage: Here comes the Mont Ventoux and, as they say in Oxford, "'I hunt." The ascent of the giant bald is long, exhausting, and surprisingly no bends, for this is an excellent springboard to test young players (here in the past were consecrated Remy and Andy Schleck).

Cadel Evans, new denizen of the deep, (note the extreme thinness and eyes dilated by
frog) now requires an infernal pace decided on riding his Colnago Innsmouth Deluxe. Our trying to do what they can save the leg (in a physical sense given the Ghast supporters Cadel distributed along the way). Clement Hôtellerie still boasts a freshness increbibile partly closed the disadvantage accumulated in the first part of climb and crossed the line in 16th place. If the young will prevent the effect could actually point Dojwa the polka dot jersey in the coming years. Behind him pretty well Roman Kreuziger (23 ° to two minutes) and a little 'less well Maxim Monfort 28 °. Bravo on a plot that also Passeron osticissimo close to him only 5 minutes in 40 ° position, for he promises an improvement on the classic.


Step VII: Nervous features a latch style fugone Easter exodus of 35 competitors from different backgrounds. Our did not fall into the trap and waited keenly the final incline. The first shot in spring Hotellerie, now in full effect Dojwa, managing to create a small gap.

The second major attack instead of Maxime Monfort that breaks into two group as a splinter of Tilsit. Peter Velits remembered to be a cyclist and joined the flight. Upon arrival no one could take one of the hundred Sanchez in the race (you can also give the change in the race is not given to know ...) but Maxim Monfort brought home a fine second place (punticino gold), although the real hero of the day was Hotellerie, as generous as tactically unfortunate.


Final Standings: Apart from the first two places (Rebellin and Nocentini) shone for the prestige ranking of the participants. Best of our Hotellerie (11 ° and are 37 points) and true revelation of this race possible candidate for the White Sagion 2008. Maxim Monfort followed, with incredible constancy, which get a nice 14 ° (33 points) and a stage lost by a whisker.

Nine points for Aurelien Passeron (34 °) than on land he has built a very difficult parts to provide truly amazing and it opens up interesting growth potential. Niki Terpstra for flogging in the Hippodrome: 79 lashes, equal to its rank!

For now, all soon Nokere Koerse, Dwars Von Vlaanderen and Milan Sanremo

Monday, March 10, 2008

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We raise the curtain !!!!!

And here we are: nobles, monks, saints, and men of the vulgar common protospatharios ready to attend another charmingly Cycling season of the Byzantine Empire.
Your beloved patriarch, with another spring on the shoulders, has already unleashed eunuchs related to the four corners of our beloved land flat so as not to lose even the smallest
garetto outside the walls.

Since the pressure of the races as we would like we can not dwell on the results of the August auction held in the palace Bucoleonide the presence of the most skilled and successful lanista of the Golden Horn. But certainly in the coming days we hope to prepare a proper commentary by copying what we noted on drips during the auction. But let



Het Volk
The queen of all races, shines among them as among our Empress reginucole barbaric. One of the most
expected of the season, the first stage of the challenge that begins to give some first response teams on new and solid gold spent to capture the sample of turn.

The race weather was not blessed with height (no snow, fog, transhumance
of caribou, etc.). But it showed quite compelling, thanks to repeated attempts by local cyclists,
accustomed to every little rise and sewer. At the end of the valiant Gilbert squeezed off all opponents and was happy the walkway between Flemish not exactly happy to see the dart valley.
Behind him, the flood, as some would say the reigning musical comedy, as our melting like an icicle in the lands of Prester John. One
results worthy of the brave (and now the use of manpower placement) Caethoven who finish 21 ° (one point) and ensuring his lanista to win the coveted trophy Mutombo, raffled by dispoticissimo lanista and feared.
Big party in the house pate du Pavè (maximum results with minimum effort, according to the dictates
Aristotelians of the team) a little less satisfied with others: Stubbe 79 starts where he had finished, Meersman
80 °, 86 ° and Greipel Terpstra even last.

But there is no time to take stock because this is the
Kuurne-Brussels-Kuurne
Usual labyrinthine race that few can correctly interpret in its entirety (up to Brussels is easy, but almost impossible to return to Kuurne). The usual plethora of indigenous cyclists assaulted every chance to escape right from the start. Such was the agony that ten Belgian cyclists were lost in the misty morning trying to close a gap left by a postman on bike (and mistaken for a hated U.S. Postal). The gallant
Abakoumov (111th arrival) was found by his lanista in a bed and breakfast of gingerbread and questionable management (old woman suspected of why he's seen one).
While many of the other cyclists are scattered in Belgium waiting to cross a race (which is not uncommon in this period). In all this hubbub

Fredric Amorison non perdeva la testa e si teneva incollato ai ciclisti del posto, rimediando un 10° posto molto onorevole ( 11 punti per lui), dietro di lui unico risultato presentabile quello di Caethoven 39°.

Memorial Samyn
Classica gara così antica che nessuno ricorda più di preciso cosa sia "Samyn" e perchè debba essere ricordato.
Attualmente l'Unione Ciclistica Internazionale è divisa in due intepretazioni antitetiche:
1) Una capra belga particolarmente pregiata tipica della regione di Bruges
2) Il primo vulcaniano ad essere entrato in contatto con Zefram Cochrane.

Inutile dire che le due posizioni sono in via di composizione, al Concilio in fact
Zettegem has suggested the possibility that the race is in memory of the first encountered by a goat on a Vulcan warp ship Cochrane. But the debate is still very long.
In any event our guys stood in line with the decision at the start of the race and tortuosissima
this time with decent results. The gallant
Abakoumov after squeezing the grip with Baba Yaga gave us in like a man possessed and was able to scrape together a 9th place which is perhaps his best finish of the biennium (12 points). While behind him a revived Greipel (13 ° for 8 points) burned at the finish line a more convincing Caethoven (14 ° to 7 points).
is moreover sufficient but certainly far from the striking results of last year.
Probably many new teams have yet to find the right blend (and nothing better than a bit 'whipping with vinegar after the race to find it).

GP Lugano
target as always from the great problems of smuggling (remember the ignominious figure of Steven Cozza caught with a cargo of crabs near the customs. The customs officer was in turn pinched but that's another story ...).
This year the boys preferred to stay away from the classic Swiss temptations: boxcutters, stock cubes, Maggi seasonings and sauce powder, to devote himself more seriously to the rest of the season. Only the brave wolf hunter Peter Velits devoted his energies to the race (also to hide the fruits of his poaching), but ended up 72 degrees.
race to forget for our colors. Monte Paschi Eroica


Pleasant strapaesane this feast that organizes races in cycling, my friends tell me Fugger who also has a certain sound ... We'll see which rates apply to the Patriarchs.
However, we are the second edition of this race that stands out because of the alternating sections
stretches of asphalt with different materials (asbestos, princisbecco, Mandrake, etc. ..).
With our specially prepared bike stood in line at the start I decided to redeem
performance opacissime the last few races.

The selection was just hard. The first sector of chintz slipped ignominiously while many cyclists brave Ignatiev Malamerenda attacked before the hill (and hence the supply was fatal to many, including fingers and water expired march) in the company of formidable Richeze.
But at the end of yet another sector Pewter was too much for the legs of the young shoots, having been
twice as fast to erase and Ballan.
Right in the final though, as the screams of the savage lanista Ciauscolo of Paron, Bar
Ethiopia launched its onslaught.
Martyn Maaskant with a fierce shot on the break was installed in 4th place (and are 20 points) justifying the figures exorbitant costs for him by the tycoon. But the rest of the team was not joking by following compact: Pavel Brutt Jairus Ermeti 9th and 11th (Jairus already last year had not gone bad) are the first sign of a possible rescue of the Ethiopian Bar (the protagonist of a season low cabotage in 2007).

Thus ends the first part of the report tomorrow, but other updates: Giro del Capo (the only race to be faced with a moment) and Three Days of Lapanne (which has also changed its name) and the first rank!!

And as he said in his Historiae Conon: "Best is yet to Come ...." Your
Photius