I'm not participating in the trial against Milan. I'm not joining the jury because it seems normal to me that he loses to Magnier. Sure, I say it and I confirm it, at the moment I consider Magnier (much) stronger than Milan. He beats him on every type of finish, without ifs or buts. And if not everyone thinks like me, that's fine: long live Milan, which is our heritage, which is all we have left, but that doesn't mean we can pretend not to see.

Nothing new at Pieve di Soligo, the best man wins and this in sport – in life – should always be enough. If anything, the real novelty lies in the bunch sprint, after many had already crucified the sprinters in advance on the Ca' del Poggio climb. Nothing, nowadays sprinters are no longer circus acrobats who give up on overpasses, they've developed good antibodies even on certain climbs, some more, some less. Magnier is the future of world sprinting, not yet number one, but close to becoming it, if he continues with this clarity, with this agility, with this intelligence.

The rest I write while clinging to my chair, hoping they don't pull it out from under me at any moment. Here an incredible phenomenon is being recorded, bordering on the paranormal: they're already closing the umbrellas. They're clearing out, packing up. Let's just say it's a general stampede.

Weather alert? Evacuation drills? No, it's something stranger: half the men's Giro is relocating to the women's Giro, which the new lexicon for gender equality will eventually have to call the Gira. Mass exodus, long queues at tollbooths and sold-out hotels in Cesena. Never happened before. Given the overlap (intentional, for promotional and marketing reasons) of the first two stages (Saturday and Sunday) of the Gira with the last two of the Giro, not for a single moment was there any thought of strengthening the organization on both fronts. Bocconi methods, ultramodern: they optimize spending by dividing in two what exists.

From here, the spectacular show: half the press office packs their bags and rushes off the evening of Molveno (Wednesday), half of Radio Corsa leaves, half the staff, half the technical personnel. I say half to be clear, don't come at me with stories because maybe it's sixty and forty percent: I'm talking about the general phenomenon, I can't be precise to the decimal point.

In concrete terms, there's an evident dismantling of the men's Giro as a structure. We who remain enjoy more space, but ultimately we also feel a sad sense of loneliness, not to mention a real and proper sense of total collapse. Even RAI itself breaks up the expedition, and to get ahead of things talks about the Gira right in the middle of the Giro.

One has to ask: it's fine that Vinge's overwhelming power has eliminated uncertainty, but does the Giro still interest anyone? The institutional apparatus, first of all. It seems to interest me more than the home organizers. By now, at the men's Giro the women's Giro has become much more important. Everyone's head is already there, some haven't just moved their heads, they've left body and soul fleeing in the dead of night in a mad rush. In the morning, it's a list of the missing and the unreachable.

In all this, the funniest thing is that journalists are accused of snubbing the Giro, giving it little regard, not to say boycotting it cowardly. Those who love and respect it are dismantling it piece by piece. Everyone to the women's Giro, everyone to the women's Giro.

I don't know who will arrive in Rome. If anyone does, bring your own chairs from home.