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  LANCED

  The shaming of Lance Armstrong

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  Contents

  Introduction

  Riding out the storm in yellow

  Flawed fairytale

  Poison in the heart of sport

  Puzzling silence of an inspirational fighter

  Pharmacy on wheels becomes a sick joke

  When the lying had to stop

  Saddled with suspicion

  Paradise lost on Tour

  Stopwatch brings uncertain time for Tour

  Chorus of boos sounds like lost innocence

  Beautiful and the damned

  LA confidential

  The battle and the war

  Armstrong the iron ruler

  Champ or cheat?

  The clean machine

  Blood, sweat and fears

  The loneliness of the long-distance cyclist

  A cycle of deceit

  It’s not about the bike, it’s about the drugs

  Riding into a storm

  Off yer bike!

  Broken on the wheel of truth

  'I hope Lance can tell the truth. We were part of a screwed-up world'

  The women who stood up to the bully

  Lance, the lies and me

  Foreword

  One line sticks out in all the many thousands of words written about Lance Armstrong. It was a quote from Greg LeMond, the first American winner — indeed, now officially the only American winner — of the Tour de France.

  Talking about Armstrong’s recovery from cancer to win the race, he said: “If Lance is clean, it is the greatest comeback in the history of sport. If he isn’t, it would be the greatest fraud.”

  LeMond spoke those words in 2001 but it was only this year that Armstrong was unmasked as one of sport’s most notorious cheats. That he was finally brought to justice was in no small part the result of the tireless efforts of David Walsh, the chief sports writer of The Sunday Times.

  As this collection reveals, Walsh knew something wasn’t right about Armstrong’s amazing recovery from cancer as early as 1999, when the Texan won his first Tour (all his seven consecutive victories have now been expunged from the record books). That year was supposed to be about redeeming the race after the drug busts of the previous year, but, incredibly, Armstrong was riding the race faster than the drug-assisted competitors of previous years.

  Walsh was one of the few journalists who dared to doubt the miracle of the cancer survivor who had come back nearly from the dead to win arguably the toughest race in sport. As the years went by, the other reporters largely melted away, feeling that if they could not tell the truth about the race and its winner, they didn’t want to write anything about it at all.

  Walsh, however, persisted, exposing Armstrong’s links to Michele Ferrari, a disgraced doping doctor, and gradually piecing together evidence of Armstrong’s guilt, through first-hand testimony from those who had witnessed him taking performance-enhancing drugs.

  The combination of Armstrong’s hold over the sport of cycling and Britain’s libel laws was to prove costly for The Sunday Times. The newspaper was sued for libel by Armstrong after we published a report (reprinted here with the headline 'LA confidential') about a new book by Walsh and a French journalist. The case was eventually settled for a six-figure sum, although The Sunday Times is now taking steps to recover the money spent in damages and legal fees.

  Here we present Walsh’s articles, and a number written by other colleagues on The Sunday Times. They show the tenacity with which the newspaper pursued Armstrong and the drug cheats. Of course, they are of their time, and should be taken as historical documents, recording the best of our knowledge on any particular date.

  As a whole, they represent some of the finest investigative reporting in British journalism in recent times.

  Alex Butler, Sports Editor, The Sunday Times

  November 2012

  Riding out the storm in yellow

  David Walsh

  July 18, 1999

  "

  I can still write about cycling, but not in the same way, not with the old passion. Cycling has to change

  "

  A year ago the police moved in and found drugs wherever they looked: Willy Voet's car, the riders' suitcases, the team's camper van. Had the Tour been a low-class casino, it would have been shut down. Scandals fell like boulders onto the route, but the race weaved its way round them and on to Paris. They said it was a sad Tour. It wasn't. This is the sad Tour. For back then the police exposed the deceit and offered the sport an opportunity to begin again. Jean Marie Leblanc, the Tour organiser, said that cycling needed "a new morality" and that the 1999 race would be "the Tour of Restoration".

  It is Tuesday afternoon and Philippe Bouvet sits in the Tour's tented press room at the Italian ski resort of Sestriere. The son of a professional rider, Bouvet is L'Equipe's cycling correspondent. For 14 years he has written about the sport and for most of that time he was driven by his passion.

  As the American Lance Armstrong slashes on the pedals and surges clear of his rivals on the last 6km of the climb to Sestriere, Bouvet watches dispassionately. To others, Armstrong's victory may be an exploit; Bouvet is one of many journalists who are not sure.

  "There is a new kind of cycling," he said. "You see things you don't understand. Doping is an old story in cycling, but over the past few years the manipulation of riders' blood has changed the nature of competition. What we are getting is a caricature of competition. It is killing the sport. I can still write about cycling, but not in the same way, not with the old passion. Cycling has to change."

  Armstrong has never tested positive in his career. There is no evidence linking him to drug taking and yet the reticence to acclaim his success has been widespread in France. Bouvet wrote of the peloton travelling at "deux vitesses" (two speeds) - Armstrong's and everybody else's.

  There wasn't a hint of celebration in his report. Neither was there in any other French newspaper. "I haven't written an enthusiastic line about Armstrong," said Jean Francois Quenet, of Ouest France. "They told us cycling would change, but it hasn't. After all the drugs last year, they said this would be slower because there would be no dope. This year's race will be the fastest in history."

  The journalists play for high stakes. Without evidence, they cannot accuse Armstrong but, by refusing to applaud, they effectively do just that. Jean Michel Rouet is cycling editor at L'Equipe. "What we discovered on last year's Tour was that everybody in this sport can f*** us," he said. "This is a cleaner Tour than for many years, but there is a question about the yellow jersey. There is no evidence against him (Armstrong) so he is innocent, but he is a strange case.

  "Two years ago he was close to death because of cancer, now he is the strongest athlete in the world. Other riders say privately they don't believe in him, that they are no longer doing the same sport as him. He is on another planet. You have to ask how this has happened."

  DURING his recovery from the most aggressive form of testicular cancer two years ago, Armstrong spoke about the future. "I'm attempting one of the biggest comebacks, if not the biggest comeback, in the history of sport," he said. Given where he now stands, leader of the Tour de France by almost eight minutes, the claim was not far-fetched.

  Armstrong had always been a strange case. Linda Walling, his mother, was 17 when she gave birth to her son, and even though she married Lance's father the relationship was shortlived and he left. They live in Plano, Texas, and a couple of years after the break-up she remarried. Her new husband legally adopted L
ance, but they never got on. Lance was 14 or 15 when his stepfather left.

  "When I was very young, I got along with him all right," Armstrong said. "But the first day I learnt to dislike somebody, I disliked him. I took on his name because he adopted me. I don't care to carry it on, but it's now at a point where it would be kind of hard to change it."

  Mother and son lived for each other. He was a swimmer, then a triathlete; she was his driver, his motivator, his seamstress, his nurse, his companion, his soul-mate. "Lance," she would tell him, "if you give up, you give in." Unable to find a sponsor for the US triathlon championships, he went to a local shop in Plano and had "I love my mum" printed on his tank top.

  From the triathlon, he moved to cycling and progressed rapidly. Four years after dedicating himself to the sport, he signed a professional contract with the Motorola team. In his first full year riding in Europe he won a stage of the Tour and, later in the season, the world championships road race. Armstrong set out so fast that there was no telling where he would end up. He once tried to articulate his greatest strength: "Physically I'm not any more gifted than anybody else, but it's just this desire. I'm on the bike and I go into a rage. I just shriek for about five seconds. I shake like mad, my eyes kinda bulge and my heart rate goes to 200." A street kid named desire.

  He thinks that the first real signs of trouble came in the autumn of 1996. Back in Texas at the end of the European season, he began to feel unwell. One evening, after a concert, his vision was blurred, his head ached and one of his testicles was sore. Then came the blood, every time he coughed.

  On October 2, he visited an Austin urologist and was told he had choriocarcinoma, the fastest-spreading form of testicular cancer. The story would worsen: a chest X-ray revealed 11 cysts on Armstrong's lungs, another X-ray showed two lesions on the brain and, informed of the extent of his illness, Armstrong mentally prepared himself for death. "I went to visit him in the hospital at Indiana when he was very ill," Paul Sherwen, the former professional cyclist, said. "I spoke to one of the surgeons, who said they had told Lance he had a 20 to 50% chance of recovering and had quoted that figure to keep his morale high."

  ARMSTRONG had the testicle removed, the cysts and lesions cut away, then four rounds of chemotherapy, the most prescribed for such patients and given only in the severest cases. The treatment lasted almost three months and Dr Craig Nichols, oncologist at Indiana, told Armstrong he could get back "95% of his former condition".

  In February 1998, 17 months after the first diagnosis of cancer, Armstrong returned to competition in the Ruta del Sol and performed encouragingly. He then went to the Paris to Nice race, but when he was dropped by the pack on the first stage he pulled out. He returned to America, left his bike in the garage for a month or so and then started again. Training with his friend, Bob Roll, and his coach, Chris Carmichael, Armstrong says he rediscovered his love for the bike.

  He did more than that. He returned to Europe in June that year, immediately won the Tour of Luxembourg and "the most remarkable comeback in the history of sport" was under way. Late last season he finished fourth in the Tour of Spain and fourth in the world championships road race. It was clear then that Armstrong had already exceeded Nichols's expectations. On this Tour, things have been less clear.

  Before his cancer, Armstrong saw himself as a one-day rider who did not climb and time-trial well enough to win the Tour. In four attempts he finished 36th once and dropped out of the other three. No matter how one viewed Armstrong's cycling career, it was hard to see him challenging for the race.

  On the opening day of this year's Tour, Armstrong rode the same prologue course he had ridden in his first Tour six years before. Then he had tried his damndest but ridden badly, recording 8min 59sec for the 6.8km circuit. Two weeks ago, Armstrong blew away 179 of the world's best professionals in a time of 8:02, more than eight seconds per kilometre faster than in 1993.

  That performance catapulted Armstrong to a new level and, in a race in which nobody is sure what to believe, there was scepticism. But it was hard to imagine that a man who had been at death's door with cancer would take dangerous drugs to make him a better cyclist - he strenuously denies that he has. On the evening of his prologue, he was asked about cycling's doping troubles.

  "IT'S BEEN a long year for cycling and, as far as I'm concerned, it's history. Perhaps there was a problem, but problems exist in every facet of life," he said. Remembering that the past three winners of the Tour have been tainted with doping and that in this sport yesterday's scandals are overtaken by today's, Armstrong could not be accused of exaggerating the problem.

  He has been more forthright on the bike, exceptional in the time-trial at Metz last Sunday and then extraordinary on the stage to Sestriere. Alex Zulle, Ivan Gotti and Fernando Escartin were alongside him when he attacked, but such was the violence of the acceleration they never had a chance. His expression was determined but clinical, his eyes focused but alert, his breathing fast but controlled. He seemed like a rider from another planet and two French newspapers referred to him as "the Martian".

  It was strange to sit among the rows of journalists in Sestriere. Many of those who watched dispassionately had cheered and cried when Claudio Chiappucci achieved another spectacular victory on the same mountain seven years before. Chiappucci would later be suspected of using EPO and most of the journalists remembered how they had celebrated his success.

  They also lauded Bjarne Riis in 1996, Jan Ullrich in 1997 and Marco Pantani last year, and all have since been implicated in drug controversies. So they look at this rider, whom they have always known to be a one-day rider, who is suddenly one of the great stage racers. They don't criticise, they don't accuse, they simply reserve their right not to applaud. Aware that Armstrong has lost 10 kilos in weight since his cancer and so is able to climb better, reminded that he has prepared thoroughly for this race, many remain unsure nonetheless.

  Is this the death of professional sport or the birth of a more aggressive, less cheerleading sports journalism? One newspaper asked Vincenzo Santini, the Italian manager of the Cantina Tollo team, what he thought of Armstrong. "I don't know," he said. "One can certainly ask questions. Cycling has become big business. Should we applaud or not? Me, it is the sport that I love.

  "I hope that the governments and the cycling authorities can find a way out of the mess that cycling is in. Until that happens we can forget the joy of the victory. And in cycling, that is the most beautiful thing."

  Witnesses to Armstrong's extraordinary performances over the past two weeks understand Santini's lament.

  Flawed fairytale

  David Walsh

  July 25, 1999

  "

  For too long sportswriting has been unrestrained cheerleading, suspending legitimate doubts and settling for stories of sporting heroism

  "

  They say the Tour de France has regained its eminence; that Lance Armstrong will be a great winner of a great race. They quote the number of riders drug-tested and remind us there have been no scandals this year. "The Tour," said its organiser, Jean-Marie Leblanc, on Thursday, "has been saved." They can peddle any line they wish. What they cannot do is control our emotional response to the race.

  This afternoon the yellow-jerseyed Armstrong and his fellow riders will speed down Rue de Rivoli, wheel left into the Place de la Concorde before turning right onto the Champs Elysees, and some of us will watch in sadness. This has been no renaissance Tour, rather a retreat into the old ways of the peloton, where doping is their business, not ours. Where the law of silence supersedes all others.

  The sadness lies in how this damned race still enraptures us. The way a small town tends its chrysanthemums before the race's arrival, the reverence with which a fan reaches out to touch a rider on the mountainside. And the sheer majesty of the course. On Wednesday, we weave our way through dense low clouds as we drive towards the summit of the Tourmalet and then, magically, less than a mile from top, there is sparkling sunshine. To sta
nd above the clouds on the Tourmalet and wait for the peloton to climb above the mist is no everyday experience.

  Spiritually, the race remains in the shadow of its past. We stop near an old church on the Col de Menthe in the Pyrenees. Local people picnic on a low wall from which they can see for miles. In the valley, television helicopters hover, telling us the race will soon come. Word comes of 11 breakaways, including "trois Francais". Eyes scan the gaps between the pine trees, all seeking the first sight of the breakaways.

  This is where the music dies. On this hill, in this tiny village. You see the leaders approach the first steep slopes on the Col de Menthe and, almost immediately, the three French riders are left behind by the other eight. There is no logic in why Jean Cyril Robin and Francois Simon should be outpaced, for they are at least as good as the eight who now distance them.

  "I was riding alongside a Spaniard," said one of the French riders, who would not be named. "I was turning the pedals as fast as I could, out of breath and losing my place. He was chatting away, having no difficulty with the pace."

  Robin finished sixth in last year's Tour de France. Simon is the French champion. But for three weeks the pattern has been the same. With the exception of the disgraced Richard Virenque, the other 39 French riders have been unable to keep up. They have tried to win just one of the race's 20 legs but failed - something that has not happened for 73 Tours.

  "Have you seen how fat some of the French teams are?" asked Manolo Saix, the Spaniard who manages the Once team.

  Tempting as it is for those who want to dismiss the latest line of losers, his view makes no sense. French riders are not less dedicated than their rivals and their obliteration in this Tour can only be explained by doping. French cyclists are riding this race with fewer drugs than their rivals. This has little to do with their virtue or morality, but follows the intervention of the police last year and the bi-monthly blood-testing by the French federation. For such testing does help. It has, however, created a Tour racing to two speeds.