Argentin, the Italian professioanl rider whose career spanned fourteen years from 1981 to 1994, won the Tour of Flanders, four editions of Liege-Bastogne-Liege and three editions of Fleche Wallonne. This is what he had to say in an interview with La Gazzetta dello Sport:
"I have to thank my parents that I was born when I was. I was born hungry. Now the guys seem soft without any character. A lot of people aren’t hungry for success and they’ve already earned a lot since they were a junior. I suppose things have changed and it’s a different generation that already has everything. That’s why when I watch races there seems to be a total lack of emotion. There aren’t any riders that get you excited these days.
Contador is a carefully calculated racing machine, made in a laboratory for one race: the Tour. It doesn’t seem to matter if he’s got personality or not. He and Schleck are the same. You know how they’re going to race; you know where to wait for them to do something. They haven’t got any originality.
Indurain dominated the grand tours in my time but I beat him at Liege-Bastogne-Liege. And he also rode Milan-San Remo because he understood the history of the sport. Now the riders are all robots. Punctures and crashes are part of the sport. But with radios the riders seem to be controlled by a joystick. The whole sport is in a mess.
I’m happy not to be involved in cycling anymore. These days if you don’t accept things, you can’t survive. I prefer to listen to my own conscience. These days the only thing that seems to matter is the UCI and its business. The sponsors and riders don’t seem have the right to say anything. There’s a fake form of democracy in cycling and no desire to change things. The track is dead and buried and the road is going the same way.
The Giro, the Tour and the monumental classics are the races that matter; they’re the history of the sport and get the people out along the roadside to watch them. But the UCI is bringing everything down to a same level. That’s why they went to war with the Giro and Tour organizers. Look how the rules, points and classifications have changed. It’s about income and business. The sponsors bring the cash and pay the riders but can’t have their say. They deserve more respect
The riders are spineless. They know that if they speak out they never race again. Look at Pellizotti. I met him the other day. He lost the whole season because of his suspicious blood values but won’t say anything, otherwise.....
The riders have to stop and rewrite the rules that are strangling them. From the points system to the anti-doping rules. The whereabouts system makes them seem criminals on bail. They’re unable to work together and think of the future. I was a pro for 14 years but these days how many off them reach half of that?"
By the way, Cycle Sport magazine had this recent look back at Argentins 3rd Liege-Bastogne-Liege victory in 1987:
There is no way it could happen these days, because each directeur sportif would have been yelling to the two leading riders that they were in danger of being caught. But in 1987, when they raced without the earpiece radios that are ubiquitous today, entering the closing kilometres of a big race was almost like stepping into a vacuum.
Just as the boxer is alone during the each round of his fight, so the cyclists had to proceed into the final battle with only their own wits to rely on. All the pep-talking and encouragement from outside the ring had been done. The crowd noise dulled to an indistiguishable rumble, all other signs of what was happening around them faded to a blur, as the two cyclists concentrated on each other. There wasn't even a big screen at the end of the finishing straight to give them a clue.
Stephen Roche and Claude Criquielion thought the race was theirs to call. They rounded the final corner into the Boulevard de la Sauvenière, right in the heart of Liège, believing they had plenty of time to toy with one another. La Doyenne, one of the monuments of the sport, was on the line and of these two - undoubtedly the strongest on the day - only one could be a winner. As it turned out, both were to feel the sting of defeat, and quite a humiliating sting at that. The question everyone wanted to ask, though few had the courage to put to them in the immediate aftermath, was: "How did you allow the race to slip through your fingers? How could you not have known they were coming up behind you?"
But the truth is they didn't know. The first thing they knew was when they saw ‘a bullet in rainbow colours' flash past them. That was Moreno Argentin, the Italian rider, who had sealed his third consecutive Liège-Bastogne-Liège win in the most unlikely of circumstances.
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Stephen Roche, the 27-year-old from Dublin with the pedaling style as smooth as a perfectly poured pint of Guinness, was enjoying a great spring after a winter that spanned more than a year. Having finished third in the 1985 Tour de France, Roche was tipped as one of the men most likely to challenge Bernard Hinault and eventually to succeed him. But he took a heavy blow on the knee when he crashed on the Paris-Bercy track, while partnering Britain's Tony Doyle in a Six-Day event during the winter. People said that a Tour de France contender had no business riding the lucrative Six-Day meetings in winter, risking their bodies on the boards, but Roche enjoyed the racing, and the money, and felt it was a perfect way to keep in shape. The injury meant 1986, his first season with the Italian Carrera team, on a sizeable contract, they weren't slow to point out, was a disaster. The start of the new season, though, was like stepping into the sunshine. Victory in the Tour of Valencia was followed by a near-miss in Paris-Nice. Roche was wearing the leader's white jersey when a puncture during the road stage on the morning of the final day handed a sixth consecutive overall win in the race to Sean Kelly. Roche won the afternoon's time trial on the Col d'Eze. He was clearly in excellent shape and, finally, delivering the sort of results Carerra, an Italian company that made jeans and other denim clothing, had been paying for.
During the week before Liège-Bastogne-Liège, Roche had demonstrated how well he was riding by getting into the winning break at Flèche Wallonne. The move formed with 15 kilometres to go. With Roche were Criquielion, two French riders, Jean-Claude Leclercq and Yvon Madiot, Britain's Paul Watson, a German Rolf Golz and Norway's Dag-Otto Lauritzen. When the unfancied Leclercq attacked not far from the finish, everyone looked at Roche and Criquielion to chase. In turn, Roche looked at Criquielion, and the Belgian looked right back at him. Roche, who had done a lot of work earlier in the race, was first to react but he couldn't close the gap. Criquielion let him get on with it, then counter-attacked, although he was not able to bridge up to Leclercq. Roche was fourth.
The night before Liège-Bastogne-Liège, Roche's team manager, Davide Boifava, knocked on his hotel room door. "Stephen, you're riding too generously in these Classics," he said. "Look at Flèche Wallonne. You closed down breaks, you spent time on the front and then when you couldn't do any more, they jumped you. You're doing great rides but you're not banking the victories you should. It's right to race hard, and be aggressive, but don't do too much. In these Classics you have to be prepared to lose in order to win."
Roche considered the advice. "It sounded clever enough, you know, and I could see what Davide was saying. I had been strong in Flèche Wallonne, but I hadn't been prepared to let others take the initiative. If you're going to finish fourth anyway, maybe it's better to let others take the risk, but my style was always to ride hard if I felt strong."
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Two years earlier, three riders arrived in the finishing boulevard to contest the 1985 Liège-Bastogne-Liège, having shaken off the rest. They were, Argentin, Criquielion and Roche. The Italian had made the race his own, defending the title in 1986, and was back, this time wearing the rainbow jersey having won the world championships in Colorado Springs the previous summer. Not for Argentin the traditional rainbow bands, instead Maurizio Castelli, the boss of the Castelli clothing company, designed a jersey with a twist. Instead of solid rings of colour, the bands were faded, something of a fashion in the late 1980s.
Although the season had started well for him, Argentin had been forced to pull out of Milan-San Remo. The groans of disappointment from the Italian press and tifosi were audible. Argentin and the Ardennes, though, went hand in hand. He had first raced at Liège-Bastogne-Liège when he was only 21 years old, in 1982. The directeur sportif of his Sammontana team, took a young, inexperienced bunch of Italians to Belgium to learn. "My build was suited to Liège-Bastogne-Liège and Flèche Wallonne, but the first time in Liège I finished 20 minutes back. I suffered with the raina nd the cold that year, but I started to understand how you have to race. I dragged myself across the finish line. My team-mate Alessandro Pozzi and I, we died together that day."
As defending champion, wearing the rainbow jersey, Argentin's confidence should have been bubbling that fresh April morning in 1987, but he confided his doubts to Dario Mariuzzo, a team-mate with the Gewiss team, that he felt he lacked the strength to shake people off. "I did not have a high level of fitness heading into the race but hopes are the last thing to die and if you are used to winning you always hope that today is the right day. It's normal to have doubts and fears, especially if you have not won a big race for a little while. Wearing the world champion's jersey only compounds it. The fear doubles because you are controlled and watched by everyone."
The race rolled out of Liège, bound for the hills of the Ardennes, the same steep, back-breaking climbs that causes the bunch to transform over several hours from a fat, bloated mass, into a snaking line of suffering.
Nothing unusual happened early on. Two riders, Switzerland's Serge Demierre and Finnish rider Karl Myyrylainen, broke clear and gained a lead of more than 10 minutes, but the hills caused them to tire, and as the race reached its final third, they were out of the way.
The climbs always come thick and fast. The Maquisart and Mont-Thieux were followed by La Redoute, where the race began to crystalise. A group of around 15 riders formed and Argentin had two team-mates for company, Emmanuele Bombini and Alberto Volpi. Knowing that a race like Liège-Bastogne-Liège is one long game of bluff, Argentin tried to keep secret the fact he was beginning to struggle. "You say ‘hello' to riders at the start or you talk to them in the race but many times you don't tell the truth. Riders will tell you they are going ‘male, male' [bad] even if they have been training well and are going strong. You always take what they say with a grain of salt. Never believe what a racer says."
Come the climb of Côte de Sart-Tilman, the one near the University of Liège, the final one of the race, Argentin could bluff no longer. The effort of trying to stop his shoulders from rocking could not be sustained and Argentin began to cramp. Sensing the opportunity, Criquielion attacked. Roche knew this was the move to mark and sprinted past Argentin to close up to the Belgian.
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Claude Criquielion is a Walloon, born in Lessines, in the Hainault region of Belgium, south of Flanders and to the west of Brussels. The country's cycling culture is dividied into Flems and Walloons. Some of the most fanatical Flandrians say they would rather see a foreigner than a French-speaking Belgian win De Ronde Van Vlaanderen. Only Eddy Merckx had truly transcended the divide and was loved by both factions and even he had to walk a constant tightrope, avoiding any political gaffs, ensuring he was seen to speak as often in French as in Flemish, preferring neither over the other.
Criquielion was in a funny position. He was loved by the Walloons and was brought up a French-speaker, but he was born over on the west, on the doorstep of Flanders. And, a few weeks earlier, he had won the Tour of Flanders with a searing ride over the cobbles and bergs. That spring, the 30-year-old former world champion, was flying. He'd been second a few days earlier at Flèche Wallonne too, but Liège-Bastogne-Liège, his race, the one that his followers all craved, had continued to escape him.
When Roche and Criquielion got clear on the Côte de Sart-Tilman they didn't look back. They quickly opened a gap and before they knew it, their lead was a minute. Boifava drew alongside Roche in Carrera's Citrtoën CX team car and told him the gap was enough. He also reiterated his words from the night before. Don't do too much.
"Liège-Bastogne-Liège was a more interesting race then," says Roche. "Now they finish on the climb in Ans, and most years everyone waits until then, so you have a negative race. In 1987 we had to take our chances and when Criquielion attacked that was it. I had to go with it," says Roche.
But the Irishman was consicious that he and Criquielion had effectively marked each other out of Flèche Wallonne. "There had been aggro there because we'd marked each other and let the race go. He said a few words, I said a few words." But Roche and Criquielion didn't talk about it during the approach to Liège, they didn't need to. "He wanted to win, I wanted to win, and we worked quite well together and we had information that the lead was just over a minute and we were already on the outskirts of Liège," he says. The only time gaps came from the motorcycle official and his chalkboard. Boifava had no additional information, the manager's were not watching the race on television in the team car as they do today, but they were confident it was done.
"We'd ridden everyone else off our wheels and the book's closed," says Roche with absolute certainty. "Only Claudy and I can win now, we thought. The thing was, neither of us were particularly great sprinters so I was thinking that whoever leads off will probably lose. I didn't want to be the one to lead off, so I eased up and lead Claudy go in front."
As they headed to the centre of Liège, with about six kilometres to go, they began to go slower and slower. "After 260 kilometres, even a few minutes at a lower intensity can be a big opportunity to recover something for the sprint," said Criquielion. "We didn't think we had to keep going at the same speed because we thought we had time to spare."
The nearer to the finish they got, the slower they got. As they moved into the town centre they were rolling along at 25 kilometres an hour. Criquielion turned to Roche and said: "You've got to ride here." Roche had Boifava's words in his head. Be prepared to lose in order to win. Don't hand Criquielion the initiative. They were in for a shock.
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With the climbing done, Argentin's cramps eased and he found himself in a group with Scotland's Robert Millar of the Panasonic team and Yvon Madiot of Systeme-U. "I had to skip a couple of pulls initially until my cramps passed," says Argentin. "I thought we were riding for third."
Both Millar and Madiot were strong. "In a race like Liège-Bastogne-Liège you have to be able to ride fast up hills after you have ridden 220 kilometres, so you see different people riding fast up hills at that point in the race compared to at 200 kilometres. My strength was to be able to do that.
"When Roche and Criquielion attacked, I was convinced we were riding for third or fourth place. Even Argentin had given up on the win - their attack was very hard. Those two were just stronger than anybody else that day, although I was surprised Argentin wasn't able to follow.
"We were still riding hard and my DS [directeur sportif, Cyrille Guimard] told me that the front pair were foxing and that we could catch them."
Madiot and Millar rode, while Argentin sat on, giving them only the occasional turn. Guimard had the scant information from race radio to rely on, but his insistence that the two leaders could be caught seems to be more a managerial technique to convince his rider not to give up than a belief it could happen.
Millar, the climber, would have known he'd have no chance in the sprint, so his decision to work hard on the chase group was a bit mystifying. He explained at the time: "The thing was, Peter Post [his Panasonic team manager] wanted as many points as possible for the World Cup [a season-long competition which was run for teams at that time] so we had to keep riding. Argentin wasn't doing any work. So we were riding along to keep away from the group behind us, not to catch Criquielion or Roche. If Post hadn't said it was important for his points for the World Cup I wouldn't have ridden, because Argentin wasn't working."
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The leading two riders had no idea their advantage had been scythed away in great chunks. "There was nothing. People said ‘didn't you hear anything or see anything' but I didn't," says Roche.
Roche's Carrera team car, and Criquielion's Hitachi car had been pulled over, but the riders wouldn't have known that. Between them and the chasers were several motorbikes and cars, so even if they had glanced over their shoulders they wouldn't have been able to see the riders coming up. As they turned into the Boulevard de la Sauvenière, they were almost at a crawl, totally concentrated on each other and the outcome. It didn't even occur to Roche to look behind him. "I felt good, but I certainly wasn't confident of beating Criquielion. He was the local favourite, this was his race."
With about 500 kilometres to go, the gap had been closed. "It all happened very fast," says Madiot. "We were catching them in the last three kilometres but mentally I hadn't adjusted to be riding for the win. It happened too fast for me to change my tactics." Sitting on the back, Argentin was waiting for his moment. "
There wasn't much time for Argentin to think, he just had to react. There was hardly any time left, he was unsure how long he could sustain his sprint, but he knew he didn't want Roche and Criquielion to catch on that he was upon them. Swinging out from the slipstream of Madiot and Millar he sprinted across what was left of the gap, up to Roche's rear wheel. There, he paused for a moment, getting a bit of extra protection from their shelter, but was careful not to slow to their speed. He didn't want to lose his moment.
"I did my attack and Millar and Madiot were not able to hook onto my wheel," says the Italian. I dropped them right away, then when I got up to Roche and Criquielion I started my sprint straight away."
Argentin passed them and they did a double take as they saw him. Roche tried to react but it was too late. Criquielion knew he was beaten.
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Beautiful! Thanks! And yes, Stephen Roche had the pedaling style the most favored among the "cognescenti", truly it was beauty in motion.
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