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.