Julian Dean Diary

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09/23/2003| 0 comments
by Julian Dean
Julian Dean - Team CSC sprinter.
Julian Dean - Team CSC sprinter.

Julian Dean Diary

Vuelta exit...

I wanted to be pushed, I needed help.   I was longing for that moment's relief, just those few seconds where they'd push me and I would be able to do nothing.   Just a couple of seconds was all I was after.   Then it began.   I started to go from one to the next.   I knew that once it started it would continue.   People love to be able to touch the riders and once someone sees one spectator get that souvenir touch, they all want to get in on it.   I was hoping that this was going to save me.   I started to feel a bit like Tarzan swinging from one vine to the next through the jungle.   Only I was swinging from one spectator to the next.   Speeding up and slowing down through the peaks and troughs.   I only wish I'd had the morale to bang my chest and yell...  

 

Most of the support came from the famous men in orange.   The supporters of the Euskadi Euskatel team that stand out like dog balls on the sides of the road in the big tours, going nuts.   You can say what you want about Basques but there's no doubt they are the greatest when it comes to showing their enthusiasm.   They love it and we love them for it and this day I could've kissed each one of them as they ferried me along.   One of the other not-so-cheery spectators came along.   Only he tried to
Liverpool kiss one of my orange-clad mates on the forehead.   I didn't stop to check it out as I had other priorities, but as the orange man let me go, he got struck by another spectator, who I guess was upset at the sight of me being pushed up the hill despite the fact that I was dead last and over 10 minutes down from the second to last rider.   I couldn't believe it and thought that in my state I must have begun to hallucinate.   I found out later that seeing was believing - it turned out to be a 20 person brawl behind me.   I guess that sport is more than sport to some people - aside from the athletes themselves.

 

After stopping the race, the worst thing that could've happened would have been to feel well again the next day.   Fortunately, this was not the case.   Things were still happening from both ends!   All I could do between trips to the loo, was sleep.   This removed any doubt in me and my team that I may have survived the next two hard mountain stages if I had made the time cut the day before.   The door was well and truly closed.   I suffered a lot over the following days with continued diarrhoea and vomiting.   But nothing, for a long time to come, will eclipse the suffering I endured to try and finish that day

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