By Daniel Friebe, Procycling magazine
It's Saturday lunchtime, the second day of three in round one of the Track World Cup, and I'm sitting in the middle of the Manchester velodrome wondering whether to commit suicide, heresy or maybe both at the same time.
OK, sod it, here goes: what I'm actually wondering is whether this is the biggest sporting no-contest I've ever seen.
Now, don't get me wrong, no quibbles with the calibre of the venue, the organization, the audience volume or the standard of the performances. As they say in these parts, that's all sound as a pound. And when I say no-contest, it's not even intended as a negative remark, really it's not. You only have to look around at the packed stands and hark the sounds of patriotic fervor to see that paying punters are having a very good time indeed.
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