Photo of the day: Eddy Bosberg
"Where have you gone Eddy Bosberg. A nation turns it crying eyes to you... What's that you say Noël Foré ? Eddy Bosberg's left and gone away..." The photo isn't from the Bosberg.. it's De Muur, where in 1989 Edwig Van Hooydonck softened up the selection in a cold, wet rain soaked Ronde van Vlaanderen before the killer attack on the final cobbled climb that gave him his nickname for eternity. Look closely at Edwig's face. And see emerging belief. This is exact point when the mind says: "You can win DeRonde" The Muur was where the battle is won. The Bosberg? The coup de grace. (photo Miroir du Cyclisme No. 417, April 1989) That '89 Ronde was a real flahute special. Riders coming in one by one. Wasted, wet and cold, covered with mud, with frozen fingers and numb feet. On the podium, the 22 years-young Edwig burst into tears of joy and relief. Which didn't stop. For long minutes. But every Flemish heart watching,