“After four years blighted by injury, the past three months have been scripted for Alistair Brownlee” Brilliant ride, we f**king did it.” A snippet of audio, hastily faded out by an embarrassed TV producer, but one that encapsulates a perfectly executed plan as a fresh-faced lad from Yorkshire laid further claim to being the greatest male triathlete in history.
Alistair Brownlee’s remark wasn’t meant for the cameras. Neither was it aimed at his brother, Jonny, who had fallen dutifully into line for the silver medal, nor even Britain’s third representative, Gordon Benson. Instead, it was delivered with an embrace to Team GB’s unofficial pilot, domestique, or whatever term you choose, Richard Varga.
The Slovakian with a curious Yorkshire accent, Leeds training buddy and selfless lead-out man, had done his job…
