Then suddenly he began to whisper.
A second or two, no more.
So far, Michael Rasmussen was unwinding.
Talkative, sometimes smiling, never upset, he recounted his fall, his reconstruction and this in-between.
The depression that struck him down and the dark thoughts that accompanied him after his exfiltration in the middle of the 2007 Tour de France while he was wearing the yellow tunic.
“I was close to killing myself but it was my one and a half year old son who kept me alive.
It was not fair to live without his father,” he told us.
Then with a snap as sharp as his attacks in the mountains, his voice dropped a notch.
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