I love the Tour de France. I only started watching it two years ago, but now I get edgy if I miss a stage. I have gone beyond just oggling the scenery and podium girls to knowing what the coloured jerseys stand for to pontificating about race tactics. No Geraint Thomas this year. I have not noticed a Schleck yet, either. Mark Cavendish, by the way, has an absolutely sensational girlfriend (Petra Todd) and, to be fair, he deserves her. He's an emotional guy. He fell off his bike yesterday. He looked like he was about to start crying as he limped over the finish line.