I cannot believe that this book has been sitting by my bed for almost a year, hmm. Anyway I was only on page 15 I think, so it didn't take me long to get back up to speed with Tom Simpson.
William Fotheringham has written a good book here, but, and there is a but, it seemed to me to go on far too long.
I am, and have been for many years, a keen cycling fan, and have followed the major races for more years than I can remember. Maybe this all stems from my father being a keen amateur rider who actually overlapped in terms of career with Tom Simpson, although my father was coming to the end of his career as Tom was just beginning.
Anyway this book dwells on the enigma that was Tom Simpson, a man driven to extremes in his performance, a man who was for many years the best British cyclist (some of his records have only recently been surpassed by the likes of David Millar, Sir Bradley Wiggins, Chris Froome and Geraint Thomas), a man who had a vision for British cycling that has only just come to pass 50 years later, a man who unfortunately succumbed to the pressure of the time to race with medicinal assistance, to such an extent that he paid the ultimate price, by dying on Mont Ventoux in the 1967 TdF.
Yes it was really interesting but there is only so much one can say about this man who led the way for British cycling, and even the updated last chapter in 12 years old so way out of date, given that Lance Armstrong is still a hero and no-one has heard of Bradley Wiggins.
So all in all an interesting book, but unless you are a real fan of British cycling, I wouldn't bother if I'm honest. Read something more modern.