David Millar, Racing Through the Dark interview and review

I spoke to David Millar while he was doing his press tour of the UK. Unfortunately my interview didn’t run as planned but, in keeping with my policy of publishing where I can, I’ve decided to put the interview out here, unabridged. I spent a lot of time arranging the interview in my spare time so it seems a shame to let it go to waste.  Listen to it below

David Millar, Racing Through The Dark interview, 06 June 2011 by leguape

I didn’t see much point in going in on an aggressive line of questioning. I think that’s rewarded with some interesting answers on the role of the judiciary in fighting doping, the lack of a unified direction in the sport, the need for independent doping sanctions and other areas of the sport.

Racing Through The Dark review

Judging a book on the cover used to be a feature of Simon Mayo’s BBC Radio 5 live book reviews. David Millar’s Racing Through The Dark is clearly a book about the dark and the light of one man. It’s a stark portrait, cast in a harsh critical light, an interrogation of his worth and meaning.

The willingness to examine his own weaknesses and failings as a human being that make Racing Through The Dark a much better read than other cycling autobiographies. The human narrative of the relationships in Millar’s life lift the book some way above “how I won” banality. Millar’s view of his young self is “you were a bit of a wanker” and sets about unpicking how that led to his own downfall.

But it is also a posed portrait – selective and studied – which avoids a simple chronological retelling of his career in favour of following the story of his own fall and redemption as both a professional cyclist and as an individual.

The book initially traces Millar’s rise to the top of the sport. It follows his own arrested development, the search for his own sense of self through sport and ultimately the death of his own idealism as adult professionalism curtails childish amateurism.

The route into professional cycling is a well-worn narrative path: discovery of aptitude, initial successes and failures, the all-consuming desire “to turn pro” setting in motion an amateur career, ending with the signing of the first professional contract. Millar feigns resistance, citing the possibilities of art college, but with every page it’s an increasingly clear portrait of someone with a fierce determination to define himself by succeeding in the sport.

While physically Millar is a perfect fit, emotionally, socially and culturally he struggles to find himself in French cycling. This is the most fascinating aspect of the first act of the book as he details painful, monastic loneliness; crippling fear of failure; and his own zealotry in search of his goal.

Christophe Bassons talks of the “something missing” which pushes people towards success and which is a component of taking the “professional” decision to cheat. There’s a wistful envy in his description of his Cofidis teammate David Mouncoutié, whose own ambition is tempered by the knowledge that after cycling he has somewhere to go in the form of the family-run post office. Mouncoutié never succumbed to doping and it is implied that his moral compass never wavered because he knew that something else lay beyond the cloistered world of professional sport.

Millar, in contrast, turns pro not knowing what else he would have been and remains unaware of how his own human failings – a desire for approval, his projection onto the team of paternal authority – as they suck him closer to the drain of doping. That same lack of other options later becomes a grace as he tries to rebuild himself following his ban.

His rootless childhood fuels his desire to escape to the continent and re-make himself there. His experience as an ex-pat in Hong Kong and Englishman compliment each other and explain how he survived exile on the continent where others fail. Like many a joiner of the Foreign Legion, he seems to cut himself off from his friends and family as a means to surviving the initial shock while taking the opportunity to redefine himself in their absence and far from their influence.

The second act covers his professional career with Cofidis and how he came to dope. Millars enters the sport at a unique junction, post-Festina affair, when the sport was given a moment to re-invent itself and move away from the stigma of doping. The most damning aspect of Millar’s story is how indifference and venality from all parties squandered the opportunity.

Perhaps most alarming is the speed with which doping returned to the peloton and became endemic after Festina. It’s precisely as if nothing had changed. Indeed it hadn’t. In that context Millar’s moral collapse comes as no surprise, but the ease with which he crosses the line and the banality of it still strike me as an awkward truth.

The permissive attitude of teams like Cofidis is pitched as a contributing factor but equally clear is that Millar’s desire to succeed is to blame. The identity that he has lovingly built for himself – dandy, playboy, star – and which nobody seems to have challenged proves his undoing as he struggles to match the expectations of both himself and his team.

The final act is his redemption, the goal the book works towards from the first page. For me this proved far more interesting than the previous sections as we find out how his redemption has been less clear cut than some imagine. His return seemed to have been been more troubled than I had previously imagined with numerous obstacles along the way before his deliverance in the form of Team Slipstream, an unlikely band looking to escape their collective past.

But first he has much further to fall as the arrogance of a sporting star meets the French judicial system, both for his doping and his tax affairs.  While the judge makes use of the opportunity to get some training advice, the taxman simply wants what is owed forcing Millar into effective bankruptcy that cast a shadow over him until recently.

The book is at its most interesting when the subject is Millar is forced to cope with the world outside the bubble of adoration and stardom. It is a strength of the book that it engages as a human story as much, if not more than as a sporting one.

His relationships with key figures are well written and nuanced. It is this aspect which really gives the book a depth that pushes it beyond a niche cycling book and should engage the casual audience who have only ever heard of one race.

L’Equipier (not named for literary and personal reason rather than legal it seems – if you want to know, google it, it’s a matter of record) is as easy to understand as his sister Fran who is his supporter in the broadest sense, both cheering and chiding him in equal measure.

Perhaps most surprising is how close he is to Dave Brailsford, the Team GB mastermind, and how much Brailsford is willing to risk to support his friend at his lowest point. It says much about both men that Millar’s betrayal didn’t destroy their friendship and working relationship.

There are also some well drawn vignettes of some of the sport’s biggest characters, in particular the curious fish that is Lance Armstrong. Millar proves that he is no lapdog in one incident and his appraisal of Armstrong’s forceful character is well-judged enough to survive the lawyers’ wrath.

Elsewhere his appreciation of the likes of the Taylors (long-serving supporters of British cyclesport) and his ability to pick out the most interesting aspects of those around him help to move the story along without drawing too much away from his central narrative.

As a book tracing the problems and contradictions facing professional cycling in the seemingly endless procession of scandal it bridges an important period, the details of which we are only just starting to fully appreciate. There is another book to be written on the moral failure within the sport, but this serves as a bridgehead to exploring the more complex issues behind his experience.

Racing Through the Dark deserves to be recognised as one of the best books of recent times to explore the human cost of professional sport, something which autobiographies so often ignore in favour of the glory.

Racing Through The Dark is published on 16 June 2011 by Orion Books. My thanks to Angela at Orion for arranging the interview and to David Millar for his time.

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Gerard Vroomen hits the mark with Contador and Schleck, but misses Riis

Since getting shuffled out as CEO of Cervelo, Gerard Vroomen seems to have become a lot more outspoken about the top tier of cycle sport. This section in an interview with Cyclingnews, about the tipping point in the relationship between CSC and Cervelo as well as the Contador case, is very telling and a point worth repeating:

“What happened with the Spanish federation and Contador was 100 per cent predictable and it’s the same in the [Frank] Schleck case. It was no surprise that the Luxembourg federation decided not to do anything. I thought the real turning point with our entire pro cycling sponsorship was the press release sent out when the Schleck thing broke. That for me was really the end of it. That was so bad and it assumed cycling fans were so stupid that I just didn’t get that at all. That for me was the end.”

Read the full interview on cyclingnews.com

It’s still one of the big mysteries as to how Frank Schleck has never taken flak for that and why he doesn’t get tarred with the same Puerto brush as Scarponi, Basso, Valverde and even the continuing – and as yet unproven – allegations of Contador’s involvement.

I wonder if Frank ever got that money back, or was several thousand Euro an acceptable loss to avoid bigger questions about why anyone would pay a gynaecologist masquerading as a cycling coach for training plans when his stock in trade was autologous blood doping?

I’d have been checking my statutory rights if I got mugged like that. It’s akin to being caught buying hooky designer gear on Ebay: you almost certainly knew it was going to be hooky when you bid for it, but you can’t really go showing your arse when you won it.

An easy ride for Vroomen?

I’m still a bit wary of his new “truth-speaker” persona. This is coming off the back of a mea culpa blog post apologising for describing the cycling media as being “uncritical”. Also this comes at a time when Vroomen is effectively “out” of the game as he is no longer CEO at Cervelo. And there’s plenty of people who make for good copy when they say things that are likely to be greeted with nodding approval.

He happily trashes Ivan Basso’s 2006 Giro win on a Cervelo and admit the failings of that moment to cyclingnews.com. But this is still someone who took his company into sponsorship with Bjarne Riis, never a rider with the most saintly of reputations, even before his own admissions of guilt.

The flip side is that experience – of involvement with people including Frank Schleck, Bryan Nygaard, Kim Andersen and Bjarne Riis – probably played a role in Cervelo Test Team coming into being. As a team and brand, they did something significant to move away from the old ways of presenting the sport and of acting within the sport.

For example, there’s the great Beyond The Peloton series of videos which have set a new benchmark for high quality hagiography among teams. They’re not completely without a critical edge, but they’re hardly Panorama, nor should expect them to be.

Then there’s the ethical stance on doping. How many teams would have pulled a rider from the Tour de France not for failing a test but for breaching internal policy on medical referrals? They did it to Xavier Florencio.

In a way, Vroomen’s situation is indicative of where professional cycling finds itself now: there is a movement for change, a rebuilding of trust and belief in the sport, but there is so much baggage attached that no one can truly speak without their past actions throwing up questions about their own complicity.

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The Giro 2011: It’s all about Alberto Contador, except when it isn’t

Alberto Contador wins the GiroContador has been the dominant force in the race for the Maglia Rosa in the Giro d’Italia 2011, no doubt about it. But comparing it to all the other Grand Tours he has won reveals a more interesting story.

Take the time gap between first (Contador) to tenth in each case:

For the Giro d’Italia 2011: Kanstantsin Sivtsov at 14’01”

This win pitches itself at the higher end of the spectrum, but it still suggest a lead group of contenders for whom a few seconds here, a minute there, become a significant margin over a three-week race.

Looking at individual riders on different courses isn’t perfect given the variables, but it throws up a couple of interesting examples:

  • Vincenzo Nibali is 40 seconds or so closer to Contador than he was in 2009 at the Tour de France, where he finished seventh, 7’35” down.
  • Joaquim Rodriguez came in at 11’05”, 32 seconds closer than at the Tour de France 2010.

This isn’t about Contador it’s about cycling

The apparent delay in his CAS hearing means he could still ride the Tour de France, an event which almost all the top Grand Tour riders have put at the top of their season’s goals, largely on the basis of his presumed absence.

How else can you explain Leopard-Trek’s decision to send neither Andy nor Frank Schleck to a climber-friendly route that either of them should have been a serious contender for? Or Ivan Basso’s decision to not defend the Maglia Rosa?

We all read the “it’s too tough if you’re aiming at the Tour” rhetoric from various riders. A race is as tough as you make it. Contador put four minutes into Andy Schleck at the TDF 2009 and that was a pretty benign route.

Simon Richardson of Cycling Weekly has come out strongly declaring the result a farce, to the predictable white noise of internet polarisation.

Strangely, there was not half as much fuss when Owen Slot of The Times said the same before the race even began:

“… for all that it is supposed to be about history, the true genre of this race is farce.” (£)

His view supported by Bradley Wiggins who points out that, under the rules of strict liability and the Wada code, “it is clear-cut, he shouldn’t be in the sport.”

This is a journalist whose beat covers both Fifa and the IOC. I’m pretty sure he knows what a farce looks like.

Perhaps Bonnie D Ford of ESPN – another journo who has stared sporting farce in the face and managed not to laugh – summed up best the parlous state that we find ourselves in when she said before the race

“In a world that spun as perfectly as a newly trued bike wheel, Contador wouldn’t be starting. But he can and will because the anti-doping sanctioning system broke down at one of its weakest points.”

Juliet Macur of the New York Times gave the following reaction to the news of delays to the CAS hearing, which appeared as Wee Bert was knocking seven bells out of the opposition and the credibility of the UCI:

“Could Alberto Contador, who tested positive for a banned drug at ’10 Tour, be riding in the Tour in July? Maybe so. What a mess for cycling.”

And that is what it is: a mess for cycling.

Contador has his part to play in it all, but – if he truly believes his innocence – what else is he to do but fight his corner with teeth bared and a resolution not to quit in the face of opposition?

Where were the UCI in resolving the matter in a timely fashion? They managed to tell the world before they told Floyd Landis he was to forfeit the Tour in 2006. Yet, they hadn’t uttered a peep about Contador’s positive until their hand was forced.

Where were the national federation RFEC, the body who had the right to sanction him, under a Wada code which they are effectively signatory to? They sold mitigation like a dummy to a blind man and sent it back the way of the UCI.

And that’s the problem: the fact Alberto Contador is still riding is not his fault. You cannot blame the defence for the prosecution’s abject failure to deliver a fair and just sentence.

So no, I won’t be damning Wee Bert for turning up and riding in a ridiculous fashion, a crushing display against an opposition a couple of contenders light of a proper contest. He will still have to face an appeal at some point and the possibility of actual sanction.

But it is hard not to damn the authorities whose refusal to act as they were obliged to and do so in the interest of the sport.

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