Was Sunday just about the most emotionally draining race ever? No? Just me? Oh, okay then. But you have to admit it was a hell of a race for all kinds of reasons – but mainly because it was Paris-Roubaix. Let’s see what Twitter had to say about it, shall we?
I would have no problem at all using a shower with Fabs’ name on it. No problem. None.
Fabs at the presentation, looking relaxed and happy.
And this is how Tom set up his bike on the day. Yellow means ‘get the hell out of my way!’
Roubaix faces from last year – what was in store for them this year?
The lovely Juan Antonio Flecha, Eurosport’s new cub reporter!
And here is Eurosport’s new cycling ambassador. You know, you could read that two ways and both would be true. Greg Lemond could be an ambassador who cycles and an ambassador of cycling. Isn’t language fun?
And to think – some guys didn’t even wear gloves (more on that later).
These are in no real order.
Um, Colin. Give it up. It’s never going to work.
Boonen goes off on his own, is joined later on by a few riders, including Geraint Thomas, and continually berated them to work with him. Only G did.
The worthy winner, Niki Terpstra.
The infield fly rule is this: with less than two outs, runners on ffirst and second base (or bases loaded), batter pops up the pitch in the infield. Umpire calls the infield fly rule, batter is out whether the ball is caught or not, all runners on bases are safe on their bases. So now Fabs can get fast again …
The 2014 Paris-Roubaix champion. A great ride.
The glasses. They have to stop. Even Fabs can’t make them look good.
I love these pictures.
The best ninth place ever
People who didn’t know about the race or aliens who just landed would be forgiven for thinking that, reading Twitter, Bradley Wiggins won the race. He didn’t. He came ninth.
“Mom, geez, cut it out. My friends are watching!”
The Argonauts clean up well, don’t they?
Can you imagine the number of nasal strips on David Millar when he’s riding in the dust?
Oh these glasses. Please make them stop.
I love that bracelet!
“I am the engine.”
The hat. Priceless!
There’s really nothing not to admire about John Degenkolb.
Just can’t get enough of the dust from Jered Gruber.