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Live to fight another day! That's put the cat among the pigeons! Not a pedal turned in anger. He climbs like an angel, The little man with the big heart. He's wearing the mask of pain, Ekimov is trying to get on terms. Once again, they've stretched the elastic. The elastic has snapped. And the heads of state have come to the fore. Are they on the road to stardom, or are they lambs to the slaughter? Dancing on the pedals in the Polka Dot Jersey. Having been robbed of the day's prize, you'll notice the big sprinters aren't at the front, sharpening their legs. I really thought his legs had left him behind a few kilometers back. Once you pull on that golden fleece, you become two men. His legs have turned to rubber and his effort reduced to mere survival. He's showed them a clean pair of wheels. Ooh and it's Fondriest-with his legs on! Bo Hamburger is, I dare to say it, fried. There he goes, in a gear most men use only on the downhills! The fox is in the hen house now! Now this move is going to cause panic in the bunch He's ripping the legs off them. The peloton is riding like scalded cats. The pirate is about to board the ship. He is really plowing a wide furrow through the field today. There is now a chief among the Indians! My goodness me! And again they are crossing swords at the front. The Tour chooses it's champions where the mountains bear the snows of winter. To wear the yellow jersey is to mingle with the gods of cycling. The mountains again have produced the truth. The Tour has dealt it's first blow. The weather is something of a damp squid. He's got [insert rider name] in a bit of a bother now. This is a big beefy boy! He's turned himself inside-out! He knows now that his friend at the dinner table is his rival on the road. He's crazy. He's always been crazy. And what on EARTH is he doing? Hinault... is he a superman or a fool He's dancing on his pedals in a most immodest way! There's no reason to rush into hell. Once you pull on that golden fleece, you become two men. I think Sean Kelly told Fignon in broad Irish exactly what he thought of that idea Though he's bald, he's only 23 years old! The fox is in the hen house now Zabel, Zabel, Zabel, Zabel, Zabel Don't look back. You know what's going on back there because you just left
