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In the mid 1970's Eddy Merckx's career was beginning to draw to a close. By this time, even with just 3 tv channels - none of them showing cycling - everyone in the playground knew that Eddy Merckx was extraordinary. Looking like a cross between early Elvis and Bruce Lee, Merckx was like a swarthy brother of George Best; a brooding unpredictable hardman of cycling.
Just as every champion since has been compared to Merckx and found wanting, I've alway swerved any books on Merckx - worried that they might prove the same - the story tainted by poor writing. William Fotheringham gave us the excellent 'Put Me Back On My Bike: In Search of Tom Simpson' and thankfully he also delivers with Eddy.
Fotheringham pays a debt of gratitude to his inspiration - Geoffrey Nicholson's account of the 1976 Tour 'The Great Race' and just does what he does best. From the moment Fotheringham's met at Brussels airport by the man himself 'I didn't realise how tall he was' it's a freshly researched, snappy read that explores his formative years in Belgium: racing in a country with three languages and a fanatical cycling history. Fotheringham then energises the key moments of Merckx's career with so much freshness you feel you were there as they happened:
'The point when Merckx went from being merely superhuman to borderline supernatural was close to the top of the Tourmalet on July 15th 1969... The mystery started when Merckx was seen to be fiddling with his gears. Initially his rivals thought he must have a problem but actually he was preparing to change gear... Merckx was shifting to 53x17."
Merckx's sprint over the summit and descent of the Tourmalet put 45 seconds into the field by the valley floor. Merckx then ascended the Soulour and the Aubisque alone before racing solo for the remaining 75K to the finish.
The puzzle was that the famous four hour breakaway through the Pyrenees to Mourenx was undertaken with Merckx already leading the Tour by 8 minutes with only 6 stages to go. Tactically the breakaway was risky and made no sense. But it was glorious. The Belgian doubled his lead to 16 minutes and destroyed his rivals on his debut Tour de France.
'It was the most outlandish act of a career spent defying the norms and nostrums of professional cycling. Across his professional career Merckx rarely saved his strength. He tried to win everything he could, no matter how big or how small the race, rarely even recognising the politics of professional sport. He accepted, even embraced, the risks involved in not making friends, not calculating the values of every effort.'
Merckx admits that he was usually driven by insecurity and defended his lead by attacking to gain even more time. Fotheringham defines the common practice then that we still know so well today. 'Once an advantage is gained, it is defended, and it is extended only if that can be done without risk'. Today we're used to incremental gains, defending narrow leads with a team effort, specific teams for certain races, race radios for riders and power meters. Merckx used team help but whenever he could he just attacked and attacked again: riding people off his wheel with a dominance not seen since. This is a rider who did the double: won the Giro AND the Tour De France in the same year - 3 times - wearing woollen shorts. It was 10 years of competitive cycling with no equal. We will never see the panache of Merckx again - but still we can dream.
Congratulations also to James Jones at Yellow Jersey Press. In these days of Kindle and ibook 'Merckx' itself is a work of art. Black end pages compliment the black and white dust jacket photographs - repeated, without text, on the book cover itself with just the legend 'Merckx' in yellow and red tones on the spine.
With an excellent index (so lacking in most sports biographies) my only quibble with a very fine book is the absence of photos of Merckx's chief rivals: the dastardly 'Emperor' of Flanders cycling Rik Van Looy, the fragile, tragic Luis Ocana and José Manuel Fuentes who Fotheringham describes as 'tiny, curly-haired, stick-legged....short arms and bizarrely long legs, one of which had an obscene tangle of varicose veins'. Only one? To be kind maybe the other leg looked as if it belonged to Gina Lollobrigida.
Put it on your Christmas list - and pray Father Christmas rides a bike.
A superbly written book about cycling's greatest champion
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