Is Jonas Vingegaard human? Is he a marvel superhero in lycra? What does his wife put in his lunch box? Does he have a motor fitted in the back of his bike?

For cycling fans the imperious riding of Vingegaard is unbelievable. The way he put time into his closest rival Pogacar during the time trial was bordering on murderous. Aged twenty six, he has ridden faster than any rider in living memory.

Professional cycling is the hardest of sports. It has been awash with drugs for ever. And that's just the masseur and team drivers. The riders have fresh blood, needles, drugs, and the kitchen sink. Anything and everything.

Lance Armstrong was taking drugs from the age of 16 at his triathlon club, way before his testicular cancer. He even made sure do another come back so he would definitely be caught out.

When a rider decimates his opponents it usually means doping. However, you may call me naive, but I don't think Vingegaard is on drugs. He is a drug free yellow bomb. He doesn't speak much to the press. He doesn't share his power files. But he is very honorable.

In a previous year he waited for his closest rival who had fallen of his bike, in order to make the contest fairer. Maybe that makes him more sadistic, in that he wants to be honorable, and still crush his opponent. What confidence, what grace, such power!

Still, sometimes a rider comes through that transforms everything. He must have the genes, the talent, the team, and good luck. In Vingegaard we have a true winner. I wish him a wonderful ride into Champs Elysee and hope he is able to savour his true achievement. Thank you Vingegaard for giving us the Grand Boucle!