Beyond the finish line of the Tour of Flanders in Oudenaarde Fred Wright didn't seem to know whether to be elated, disappointed, grateful or rueful. He was all of those things but in the cocktail shaker of post-race emotion, one ingredient kept rising to the top: sheer joy.
As he attempted to parse 274km of relentless Monument racing into some sort of coherent narrative, every so often a grin would crack across his face.
