Nobody needs to cry for me. I'm going to be great.
I have never doped. I can say it again, but I've said it for seven years.
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.
The question was, which would the chemo kill first: the cancer or me?
The idea that anybody was forced, or pressured, or encouraged, is not true.
It can't be any simpler: the farewell is going to be on the Champs-Elysees.