Word travels fast at the Tour.
Froomey has come up to Sweezus, and asked him.
Dunno, says Sweezus.
But, says Froomey, he predicted yesterday's winner.
Yeah, but the day before he predicted van Aert, says Sweezus. And he only came second.
So he's warming up, says Froomey.
Could be, says Sweezus.
Michael Matthews comes by.
That guy N F S, says Michael Matthews. Do you know him?
Yeah I know him, says Sweezus. He's kind of a weirdo.
What's his hot tip for today? asks Michael Matthews.
Didn't ask him, says Sweezus. Don't want to influence the outcome.
Froomey and Matthews agree. It might influence the outcome.
Sweezus heads across to Team Philosophe.
How's it going?
Better today, says Vello. That cassoulet didn't agree with us.
Us either, says Sweezus. What've you got today?
Millasson, says David. Katherine says it's a type of egg custard.
Should be good for the stomach, says Sweezus.
What has Sirene packed for you? asks N F S.
Maybe you know already, says Sweezus.
Why would I? asks N F S Grundtvig.
The rumours, Grunty, says Vello. The whole tour village thinks you have foreknowledge.
They may think what they like, says N F S Grundtvig.
Yeah? says Sweezus. So who'll win today?
N F S has no idea. But he feels playful.
Let me think, says N F S Grundtvig. Hmm. Jonas Vingegaard. Unless he comes second to that Tadej Pogacar. As to what Sirene has put in your musettes today, let me say you'll be pleasantly surprised.
Sweezus goes off to join the others.
Vingo or Taddy, says Sweezus.
He is near enough to Jonas Vingegaard and Tadej Pogacar for them both to hear him.
Super! This is what they've been hoping.
The race starts.
After 129.7 kilometres and three category 1 climbs the race ends.
And N F S is proved right. Jonas second, Tadej first, in a close one.
N F S 's reputation is sealed.
A fact known to few, however, is that Team Condor were not pleasantly surprised by what Sirene had put in their musettes.
Frênette and spit cake.
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