Hernan Buenahora - Ricordo del Giro d'Italia 1999 / Memory of Giro d'Italia 1999 |
Buenahora quel giorno sentiva la gamba; sapeva di stare bene e sapeva che quel finale era adattissimo al suo scatto potente. Quel giorno Buenahora era andato in fuga con un gruppetto, da lontano, come fanno i cacciatori di tappe. Egli sapeva che la maglia rosa non li avrebbe inseguiti, perchè Pantani doveva ormai esser sazio, dopo l'abbuffata di minuti sull'Alpe di Pampeago. Quel giorno Buenahora era rimasto tutto solo, a pochissimo dal traguardo, e già gustava il dolce dello spumante sul podio. Ma quel giorno Buenahora rimase solo a mangiare la polvere, dopo aver cercato, provato in tutti i modi a resistere a quella furia in maglia rosa. Che s'era destata ancora una volta. Che non aveva mostrato nessuna comprensione.
That day Buenhaora was feeling in good form; he was conscious of the good legs and was knowing the final climb was good for his powerful attack. That day Buenahora went early into the break, as any stage catcher does. He was knowing the maglia rosa shouldn't chase them, after a good win the day before on Alpe di pampeago. Buenahora was pretty sure about his chances, and when he remained alone in front of the race he started to smell the air of the glory. But that day Buenahora had to eat the dust, even if he attempted to resist to that "rosa fury" ahead of him. That once again was attacking, that once again was leaving nothing to the other.
That day Buenhaora was feeling in good form; he was conscious of the good legs and was knowing the final climb was good for his powerful attack. That day Buenahora went early into the break, as any stage catcher does. He was knowing the maglia rosa shouldn't chase them, after a good win the day before on Alpe di pampeago. Buenahora was pretty sure about his chances, and when he remained alone in front of the race he started to smell the air of the glory. But that day Buenahora had to eat the dust, even if he attempted to resist to that "rosa fury" ahead of him. That once again was attacking, that once again was leaving nothing to the other.
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