British cycling fans are already celebrating in the pubs. Tomorrow, Bradley Wiggins will be the first Brit to ever win the Tour de France.
One of Wiggo’s fans was moved to write a song—and play it on her ukelele. (A re-do of the 1970s punk band The Jam’s “A Town Called Malice.” Wiggins is apparently a huge fan.)
We Brits never win a single race we’re ever in. Stop apologizing for that broken collarbone. Cos’ time is short and life is cruel. But it’s up to us to win in a town called Paris.
Full lyrics and back story here.
A big day in France. French rider Thomas Voeckler won the 10th stage of the 99th Tour de France. No, he won’t win the overall Tour. (The last Frenchman to do so was Bernard Hinault in 1985. It’s been a long dry spell.)
But it’s a big deal. A very big deal. Voeckler is already a sort of national hero, having won two stages in a previous Tour. A single stage win in the three-week race (no matter what country you’re from) puts your name in the history books…and guarantees someone will always pick up your bar tab in France for the rest of your life..