Nothing goes to waste, you put it all to use, the old wounds and long-ago slights become the stuff of competitive energy.

Made plenty of mistakes along the way - all of which I am truly sorry.

Well, you better ride like you stole something 'cause you are about to win a stage in the Tour de Fance.

It can't be any simpler: the farewell is going to be on the Champs-Elysees.

The ban is completely out of my hands. And I think in most people's minds, even if it's unrealistic to them, it's one that I left myself with no choice on.

When I made the decision - when my team-mates made that decision, when the whole peloton made that decision - it was a bad decision and an imperfect time. But it happened.

I don't need a field of a thousand people. Anybody can tell you that whoever needs help, I'm happy to help.