A funny and frank account of falling in love with the Tour de France that explores the highs, the lows, and the occasional absurdities of broadcasting live sports Paris, 4 July 2003: My first Tour de France. I had never seen a bike race. I had only vaguely heard of Lance Armstrong. I had no idea what I was doing there. Yet, that day I was broadcasting live on television. I fumbled my way through a few platitudes, before summing up with the words, ". . . Dave Millar just missing out on the Yellow Jumper." Yes, the Yellow Jumper. Following Ned Boulting''s (occasionally excruciating) experiences covering the world''s most famous two-wheeled race, this story offers an insider''s view of life behind the scenes of the Tour, as well as detailing the complexities and absurdities of reporting on the race and confronting the most celebrated ridersCavendish, Wiggins, Armstrong and moreseconds after they cross the line. Eight Tours on from Ned''s humbling debut, he has grown to respect, mock, adore, and crave the race in equal measure, and what''s more, he has even started to understand it. This is a funny, frank account of Ned''s journeythat same journey undertaken by many tens of thousands of cycling enthusiastsfrom tour trainee to incurable fanatic.