Sitting on the couch, with my fist in the air
Watching Vino attack, knees with stitched back together, bandages sweating off, 2.5km from the end of today's stage.
In the words of my wife: "Oh my god!"
Followed by a litany of reasons why he should be back home in Kazakhstan drinking fermented goat's milk right now.
Say what you will about the day glo sunglasses, the gold chains, the 3 word interviews. Other than Jens there isn't a single guy in the peleton with that much heart.
No surrender, no quit, die trying. Vino raised a gigantic middle finger to the rest of the race today.