Tadej POGACAR. 10 with honors. He wins by a whisker, him who is everything. He wins after crashing, after recovering, pushing and attacking like a man possessed. To the naked eye he is clearly the strongest, but it takes a burst of power, a stroke of genius to finally win the race he has been chasing for so long. He wins his fourth Monument and at the moment he only lacks the Roubaix to complete the collection. Almost, almost, almost, almost, but not quite. The collector catalogs, he doesn't hoard. He chooses, he doesn't accumulate. Only precious gems for this pedaling prodigy who made the Master of Cambiago, Ernesto Colnago, cry, who in a live broadcast calls Eddy Merckx and together they share distant emotions that this Slovenian boy has the power to awaken. Sanremo screams with joy. A roar rises into the sky of this first day of spring that is not a song, but a Vivaldian symphony. It's spring, wake up the children: Pogi has won! It's not news, but this time it's a first.

Tom PIDCOCK. 10. He loses, but the 26-year-old Brit can be more than satisfied. He has the certainty of having given everything. He has the awareness of having frightened Taddeo once again and of returning here in a year to be able to win as well. Pure class, absolute talent, a palmares that already says many things, but his talent will say much more, because he is only at the beginning. Champion's mind, world-class legs: he only loses to an athlete from another planet, but Tom today also seemed like a Martian to us.

Wout VAN AERT. 9. He is not at his best and was not even among the logical favorites, but he is there fighting with the very best, despite also being swept to the ground by Pogi. Yet another placement, but this is not to be cataloged among victories thrown to the wind, but among placements that count and that tell us that Wout is ready to be in the game up north. Eternal rider, absolute class, tenacity to spare. Wout is here: hurray for Wout.

Mads PEDERSEN. 8. He races the Sanremo when he shouldn't have raced it. Another heavyweight who almost doesn't make the podium. He arrives just there, after a magnificent race. Mads is one of the great interpreters of this stellar cycling: he too shines.

Corbin STRONG. 7. The 25-year-old New Zealander is tough and ends up in the centrifuge of a breathtaking finale: he comes out well.

Andrea VENDRAME. 7.5. The least considered Italian rider on the planet confirms himself as the most consistent and present Italian rider in the finishing order. Joker doesn't back down: he is used to fighting. Always. In silence.

Jasper STUYVEN. 6.5. He knows how to win and today stays ahead to try to relive something similar.

Mathieu VAN DER POEL. 5. The failing grade is only due to the fact that he lost. He was the logical favorite alongside Pogi, but on the Poggio he fades. It's not his best day, the crash probably marks him more than it should and you sense it, you perceive it, then you see it: with the naked eye.

Matteo TRENTIN. 6.5. At 36 years old he still has the desire to make his voice heard. He brings home a 9th place that makes the standings and resume, him who may not be a born winner, but was born to always do things well: like today.

Edoardo ZAMBANINI. 6.5. The 24-year-old from Trentino finishes 10th, after a valuable race and obtains a placement that counts.

Brandon MC NULTY. 9. He does an insane amount of work. He pedals for three: for Christen who crashed and for Del Toro who then fades. He is the extra man that Tadej has.

Martin MARCELLUSI. 8. The 26-year-old Roman from Bardiani CSF 7 Saber takes off and goes with his teammate Manuele Tarozzi. With them Lorenzo Milesi (Movistar Team), Manlio Moro (Movistar Team), Andrea Peron (Team Novo Nordisk), David Lozano (Team Novo Nordisk), Alexy Faure Prost (Team Picnic PostNL), Dario Igor Belletta (Team Polti VisitMalta) and Mirco Maestri (Team Polti VisitMalta). The nine horsemen of the apocalypse chase the dream of the Seal, that of Sanremo, on the routes of sun, sea and flowers. A journey into the unknown, knowing how it would end. But riders know and forget: only this way can dreams come true.

Sylvan DILLIER. 9. He pedals at the front of the group for 199 kilometers: 4 hours and 26" at an average of 44.500 km/h. Trusted man of Mathieu Van der Poel, he does everything he must do: and more.

Ivan BASSO. 7. Today to Maurizio Crosetti, leading signature of Repubblica. "You have never won the Sanremo: is it a regret? "If I went back, I would finalize the preparation differently. However, in my era this great classic was almost only for sprinters, then the champions decided they wanted to win it with breakaways from far away: a kind of cultural revolution in cycling"". This is a great merit: of today's riders, and of those who today recognize it.

Stefano DICIATTEO. 60. For the great family of Rcs Sports&Events he is the "uncle". He has coordinated the press office for years, and for years his birthday always falls around Sanremo. Today, for the 117th edition, the uncle (like Bergomi, Inter idol), Stefano has reached the milestone of 60 springs, on the first day of spring. Many happy returns Stefano.

VANDERPOGI. 10. He is one of our readers, who today missed Pogi's Sanremo to be in the hospital with his wife who was about to make him a father. We don't know if the heir is male or female. Just as we don't know the names of mom and dad. We know that he followed the race by following our Live: congratulations to the whole family! And we apologize to mom…