What is there to write about such domination? What remains of this final ascent of the Huy wall, if not the feeling of confronting the forces of the inevitable, of cowering in front of the steamroller Tadej Pogacar? Before each race, we can look for lice on him, revise our trigonometry theorems to find an angle that would allow him to stumble, the Slovenian is a bulldozer stuck in the forward gear, which erases all the faults, which overcomes all the difficulties to arrive at an inevitable solution: he is the greatest runner of the moment, and undoubtedly well beyond, nothing can resist him and it is a vertigo that seizes us all, because he questions us about the nature of this what we are witnessing.
La Flèche Wallonne: Tadej Pogacar or the praise of supreme force
