>One hundred and twelfth at 26'52” from the winner of the day, Pavel Novak . The entire team stops to wait for him, to motivate him, to escort him, after the fall that suddenly, 32 kilometers from the finish line in Prato Nevoso, eliminated him from the fight for the general classification. At the finish line, Jarno Widar can't stop crying . Around him, the staff of the Lotto development team don't know how to behave, what to say, where to look. Fifty-year-old Belgians, with graying beards and the faces of those who have lived a lot, are stunned. There is a disturbing silence . At a certain point, Widar gets up and almost like a sleepwalker walks away towards a field of weeds. He drags himself for twenty or thirty meters, staggers due to the injuries he has sustained, then lets himself fall to the ground and begins to cry again.
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