So, after a long, eventful and sometimes stressful five weeks criss-crossing the country the Halfords Tour Series is finally over….FANTASTIC!!!
This was the stated major target of the Motorpoint Marshalls Pasta team and to have now accomplished this feels hugely satisfying.
Throughout the series there have been quite a few fortunes and misfortunes, not just for ourselves, but for our opposition too. We always knew our main rivals would be Rapha Condor Sharp and Endura, and so it proved.
Trying to recall Round 1 at Canary Wharf seems such a long time ago now, but that’s where we opened our account with a third place to Rapha, followed by a great personal moment for me at Round 2 in Durham. On unquestionably the most challenging course of the series I was able to take individual victory, and we also took team honours on the night.
Round 3 went to Portsmouth where I was taken out in a crash around one third distance. However, the boys rallied to the cause and set up a great win for our Ian Bibby and close packing of our guys behind meant team victory on the night, which put us into the overall leader’s jerseys.
Moving to Round 4 in Exeter, it seemed that wearing the leader’s jerseys was much more difficult than it appeared. On an admittedly lacklustre evening for us we ended up fourth on the night. This began a run of below par performances for us, in which our once healthy six point lead was gradually whittled away by both Rapha and Endura through Rounds 5 in Southport and Round 6 in Kettering.
Then, after Round 7 at Peterborough the lead became no more, and Rapha overhauled us by the narrowest margin. By this time we had truly come to believe that those leaders’ jerseys were jinxed, as all our best performances had been when we were wearing own our Motorpoint kit. So, when I shouted out with a smile to the guys at Rapha as I left the car park at Peterborough, “Good luck with those cursed jerseys of DOOM!”…they thought I was joking!
So, on to Round 8 in Stoke-on-Trent, our ‘home’ round as it were, and back into our own familiar kit. Things couldn’t have been more different. Back came our legs, whilst Rapha’s legs fell off somewhere. Hmmm, that’s the curse at work there. Anyway, to cut a long story short, Bibbs in the break, delivered like a trooper and crossed the line first, followed by a Motorpoint blanket in the chasing group, and with four of us in the top eight put us winners on the night…and right back into the leaders jerseys, oh the irony!! Meanwhile Endura were second on the night, whilst Rapha had a shocker coming fourth. This left Rapha and Endura both equal second overall just three points back.
On to Round 9 in Chester and my nerves were jangling. Once again the lead was a weighty burden, and Endura finally came good, mullering everyone with an unprecedented 1-2-3 on the line, giving them the first team on the night. During the group sprint for second place, the Australian desperadoes of Rapha tried to demolish everyone. Thankfully we got through almost unscathed to salvage second from the wreckage. This left us just two points clear of a burgeoning Endura, whilst Rapha’s overall challenge had now virtually disappeared due to their first place on the night.
So, to Woking, where it would all end in a result very soon…but in who’s favour.
It would have been very foolish to underestimate Endura, having seen their display in Chester 72 hours earlier. Many of those intervening hours were spent weighing up various potential scenarios, and pondering possibilities. Should Endura win, we absolutely had to finish right behind them, those risks were enormous, having seen how crashes and punctures had affected our results previously in the series.
One difference in Woking was we’d had special one piece skinsuits made at the last minute, instead of the usual jerseys. This gave a boost to the guys, somehow a feeling of the curse being lifted.
Anyway, as soon as the flag dropped I felt a sense of calm, and that things were going to our way, not against us. I had better legs than in quite a while. It felt like we were always in control…Soon, the pace picked up and the bunch split behind me, and ahead in the break we had the necessary three riders, whereas Endura had just two. This boded well, for even though Rapha also had three riders, they were no longer an immediate threat to us.
That group worked particularly well, apart from two obvious Endura ‘non fare paying passengers’…understandable.
Into the last few laps the inevitable attacks kicked off, Rapha being prominent and it was always going to be one of their riders who would capitalise on the Motorpoint/Endura rivalry. But to us it didn’t matter, we had bigger fish to fry. At the end it was Dean Windsor of Rapha doing the last two laps solo to win, whilst I won the kick behind from Ian Wilkinson of Endura.
We’d done it………..
Then followed a feeling of a huge weight lifting from me. A pressure which had been building for months was gone. It had been the sole focus for me for so long. Having come so close in 2009’s Tour Series, especially losing out by a tyre’s width on the last sprint in the last race I knew what it meant.
But with that pressure gone, I’m still not quite sure what’s going to replace it though.
What I can say is that it has been a pleasure, an absolute pleasure to be a part of this team. Superbly supported from every angle, I am a happy man, and I thank you all.
Malcolm Elliott