FREE’S A CROWD
ong before I fell for professional cycling, I’d had a soft spot for it. I distinctly remember on a family caravan holiday in eastern France in 2002, stumbling across the final Tour de France time trial in Mâcon and cheering on Lance Armstrong. We’ve all done things we are embarrassed about. He was all set to seal his fourth consecutive yellow jersey and had become a true cross-over star - he
