Wednesday 03 March 2010 at 00h19

As you might know the Tour of Qatar (7-12 February) and the Tour of Oman (14-19 February) took place two weeks ago.

The Tour of Qatar was won by Wouter Mol (Vacansoleil Pro Cycling Team), with Heinrich Haussler (Cervélo TestTeam) winning the ranking by points and Roger Kluge (Team Milram) taking the best young rider's jersey home. The Tour of Oman was won by Fabian Cancellara (Team Saxo Bank) but Edvald Boasson Hagen (Team Sky) took both the green and the white jersey.

Viral Verse, a UK team of poets and film makers passionate about creating video poetry that rocks, decided to create a video poet tribute to the young Norwegian rider.

That's what I call an original way of summarising a race and since I didn't publish a summary of these races, I thought you might be interested discovering the video poem!

Here's the text of the poem (hoping I didn't make too much mistakes writing down the poem):

• They came with promiss and victory on their lips
  Sinus tart, eyes balled
  Team Sky from Down Under to the Middle East
  
  In Qatar they began with a podium win
  Strategised, energised, a new team of power bursting within
  But the next day dawn than the God's claim their toll
  Arvesen down, Hagen dazed, only Stannard kept our gaze
  
  In the days to follow, the wind whipped hope away
  Blood spilled, bones broke
  We scan the pack for blue and black
  But our young team ... had fallen back
  
  Veterans Boonen and Chicchi held tight to the reins
  Determined to graters whose fight never waned
  We wanted Wiggins of Arabia
  And got Gallipoli instead
  
  So Sunderland spoke of fine tuning in the last stage ahead
  At the Doha Corniche shake settled and shade
  And watched sprinters blow past seven loops to be made
  Mad dogs and cyclists stretched thin on the coast
  
  And than, the last lap, all changed in a pit for the post
  Our men revved their engines and we rose from our seats
  Held our breaths as Team Sky slight straight through the meat
  The trophy, not earned, but our hopes reignited
  
  In a young lad named Eddy
  A bomb blast once lighted
  
  In Oman, two days later, in a neon lit night
  Crowds curious of cyclists lined sidewalks for sight
  Colours blazed past, a peloton haboob
  And in the last few meters the black and the blue
  
  So began the story of success for our lad
  Eddy Bos, Ready Boss had landed at last
  The Norwegian took three jerseys, twice in the Tour
  A powerhouse we shouted out, a threat to Contador for sure
  
  Yes, the fourth stage of controversy in which our leader fell back
  But, victory is sweetest once you've been punched in the gut
  In the final time trial the blond bullet pierced flesh
  Seventeen seconds between him and the rest
  
  So stand up or hush up
  A new boy's in town
  Eddy Bos, Steady Boss is shaking the ground
  A young team with big dreams and pockets to match
  
  The old guard will fold card
  Our soldiers will trash
  Team Sky to battle
  Hurray!

door Thomas Vergouwen
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