Monte Morello like Old Kwaremont…Alberto Bettiol goes away, leaves behind Lorenzo Rota And Edoardo Zambanini and flies to the finish line in Sesto Fiorentino to win his first Italian title. He will wear the Tricolore jersey on the roads of the Tour de France which will start in a few days from Piazza Michelangelo in Florence where the Italian championship started today which is just a coincidence but it gives hope, thinking well, makes the victory stand out even more of the Ef champion who today is, once again by a distance, the strongest Italian in the one-day races. Bettiol he wins as only he can win. Like at the Tour of Flanders, like at the Milan-Turin with a “jab” that doesn’t allow replies, which highlights his racing outside the pack, which is a trademark for better or for worse, which is part of a cyclist’s class courageous who doesn’t want regrets. “There isn’t a secret,” he explains upon arrival at the microphones Eurosport- You mature, you get older and you learn above all from mistakes…”. Which is a truth that cannot be discussed and which also brings to mind some disappointment that has perhaps remained a worm. But the present is an Italian title that is worth more than it is worth because it is a landing point for a champion who so far has collected much less than what his talent led him to hope for and a starting point that, with the Tour around the corner , authorizes a tricolor dream for a few stages. Not only. Winning on the roads of Alfredo Martini, to whose memory the overall championship was dedicated, adds value to value: “Alfredo was a special man – recalls Bettiol – I am enormously pleased to have won this race dedicated to him: for me he has always been a point of reference”. Bettiol Tricolore is currently the best possible business card for Italian cycling and the president of the FCI knows it well Cordiano Dagnoni: “He deserves this jersey – he comments – He is one of our most talented riders and the fact that he won as the favourite, in Tuscany as a Tuscan, makes his feat even more difficult. Having seen him at work today, in an uncertain condition after the fall, comforts us and gives us hope. This is the greatest satisfaction for the entire Italian cycling movement.” Monte Morello like Kwaremont, without making calculations, following instinct more than watts, to win even at the risk of losing, in a stubborn and contrary direction, like the last of the romantics.
