A week is a long time in bike racing, to paraphrase Harold Wilson, and that has certainly proved the case at this year’s Tour de France, a race that is currently – on its first rest day – shaping up to provide the kind of to-and-fro, pendulum swinging GC battle we haven’t seen at the Tour since 1989 and Greg, Laurent, aero bars, and all that.
On Wednesday, as Jonas Vingegaard left Tadej Pogačar seemingly struck to side of the Marie-Blanque, it seemed that it would take divine intervention for fans to be treated to a GC spectacle at this year’s race. The Dane and his team, prepped to perfection, appeared just too strong and precise. Almost a minute down already, an injured Pogačar, for all his mind-blowing performances in the spring, couldn’t seem to cope. The Tour was over. Or so it seemed.
But the Slovenian champion reminded us all of his status as the best male cyclist in the world – dodgy wrist or not – the very next day on the climbs to Cauterets, where Jumbo-Visma’s strength and apparent hubris worked against them, allowing the UAE Team Emirates leader to jump away from an abnormally impotent Vingegaard, seemingly stifled by his own team’s long-range marauding tactics, to begin clawing back the deficit bit by bit.
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That fightback continued yesterday on the Puy de Dôme – Pogačar’s trademark acceleration, missing even on the opening stages in the Basque Country, distancing his rival, agonising metre by agonising metre, as Vingegaard channelled his inner Jacques Anquetil to hang on by his fingernails, shipping just eight seconds in the end to the resurgent Slovenian.
The return of the Puy de Dôme to the Tour de France was laden with nostalgia – exemplified by L'Équipe’s front page from yesterday, which superimposed this year’s two leaders onto the iconic shoulder to shoulder image of Anquetil and Poulidor from 1964 – so it was fitting that Pogačar and Vingegaard served up another iconic, and heavily symbolic, moment in their continuously blossoming rivalry.
Of course, beyond all that modern day myth making, for the Tour’s big two, as they stood on the tiny, makeshift podium at the summit of the Puy yesterday evening, their primary concern is that the apparently cataclysmic 47-second gap that emerged in Laruns on Wednesday has shrunk to just 17 seconds.
After one of the hardest opening weeks in the Tour’s history – and one that has provided enough story lines to cover the entirety of most grand tours – the pendulum hasn’t exactly swung the other way in the battle for yellow, but equilibrium has certainly been restored. And that bodes well for the rest of the Tour.