I won't add a single adjective to what everyone has seen with their own eyes: today's cycling no longer needs storytellers, because in the past without images writers could invent anything, even seals and camels on the Pordoi, but today people see everything and more, it's useless to tell them nonsense.

However, there's one thing I want and must add, just one: beyond everything else, it seems to me that Teddy the Rwandan has buried another dogma of the sacred cycling scriptures. I'm referring to the hammering theory bouncing around from the time trial, brutally won by Evenepoel. Yes, the famous axiom "The Time Trial Doesn't Lie". From here, the chain of deductions: now Teddy brings to the World Championship what remains, he has clearly finished the season in reserve, the signals from the time trial are clear and reliable, after all, let's not forget how he came out of the Tour...

In recording this other Giotto-like masterpiece in a sumptuous curriculum, which increasingly combines Teddy with Eddy in manner (not in number!), I would like to say this: there's a novelty. The Time Trial Doesn't Lie, fine: but it seems to me it's confirmed that nobody is perfect, not even the Time Trial. One hundred kilometers of breakaway on a devastating course didn't confirm that Pogačar was tired, drawn, in reserve. They delivered the greatest Pogačar ever. One of two things: either saying "The Time Trial Doesn't Lie" is a cute nonsense, or in that time trial, Teddy lied. Teddy was certainly inferior to Remco in the specialty (always), but above all a Teddy who already saw another finish line beyond that one, as was later seen.

What does all this mean? That perhaps, in evaluation, the great exaltation of seeing Teddy stunned should be somewhat placated, because it removes clarity and measure. There are no more certainties: The Time Trial, at least That Time Trial, can lie. It takes just any cannibal to shame it.