Eddy Merckx. The Cannibal. The GOAT: Greatest Of All Time. As with Muhammad Ali in boxing or Pelé in football, if people only knew one cyclist around the time of the moon landings, it was that Belgian…
Like Novak Djokovic on any surface of tennis court, or Michael Phelps in any swimming discipline, Merckx won across every type of race. Track, cobbles, mountains, sprint. Hour, day, week, fortnight. The lot. (There are comparisons to another great, albeit more superficially: as a young man, he resembled Elvis.)
In the late 1960s and early 1970s Eddy conquered all, relentlessly, mercilessly. Sometimes by, literally, miles. Five Tours, five Giros, a Vuelta. All five ‘Monuments’ (Milan–San Remo, Tour of Flanders, Paris-Roubaix, Liège–Bastogne–Liège, Giro di Lombardia). Countless titles and records. He almost literally won everything:…