A master class in climbing. A lecture in psychology. The brutal denouement to a classic stage.
Call it what you will, but I watched Froome, mouth agape as he impressed his intelligence, strength and class at the pointy end of the Tour De France. Contador is not used to watching a cycle jersey disappear around grudging bends. Quintana must have been surprised by Froome’s ferocious intent. The 100th edition is far less the procession of the 99th. Sky are less organised. Their leader arguably more gritty. If Froome wins the Tour De France, he’ll have done it with blood, sweat and gears – for which a win on the Ventoux is surely the ultimate expression.