Michel Jazy, a clear-eyed ephebe with light and powerful strides, was “the angel of the track”, as Alain Billouin wrote. With a diaphanous face, he, with flexibility and efficiency, bewitched the slopes and the undergrowth in the 1960s.
On October 18, 1964, in Tokyo, Olympic gold could not slip through his fingers. “I would have bet then that I was champion…” he said.