The Wisdom of Géminiani ROULEUR MAGAZINE Words: Isabel Best 28 June, 1947 It’s the first Tour de France since the war; No one apart from Géminiani, Anquetil’s the year René Vietto unravels and loses his directeur sportif. You can see him in the yellow jersey on a 139k time-trial. The year background, standing up through the Breton schemer Jean Robic attacks—and sunroof of the team car. “There was no wins—on the final stage into Paris. But on more a duel than there were flying pigs,” this particular day, in a tarmac-melting Géminiani recalled many years later. heatwave, a young rider called Raphaël “When you’re at your limits in the Géminiani is so desperately thirsty, he gets mountains, you should never sit on your off his bike to drink out of a cattle trough, rival’s wheel. You have to ride at his side. thereby catching foot and mouth disease. It’s an old trick. With Anquetil at his level, Not the most auspicious of Tour beginnings Poulidor was wondering what was going for a second year pro. on. He thought maybe Jacques was stronger than him. Well, you can see, he 18 July, 1955 wasn’t looking great. Only, an Anquetil Another heatwave. This time on Mont who’s not in top form is still pretty good.” Ventoux. Géminiani is in the break, with the Swiss champion Ferdi Kübler and a French regional rider, Gilbert Scodeller. Ferdi A few snapshots from the 50 Tours de attacks. “Be careful, Ferdi; The Ventoux is France of Raphaël Géminiani. That’s right; not like other passes,” Géminiani warns. 50. He rode 12, was a directeur sportif for “And Ferdi is not like other riders,” Kübler 20 and followed the remainder as a retorts, before charging off, only to short- journalist for France Télévision and ASO. circuit on the upper slopes, effectively “Ah yes, cycling is something I know a little ending his career. It’s a day of attrition. bit about,” he says. Jean Malléjac collapses and has to be carted off to hospital; there’s talk of The train rolls into Clermont-Ferrand under amphetamine abuse. Of the first full British purple clouds. Since Vichy we’ve been team to take part in the Tour, only two trundling through woodland covered in riders make it to the end of the stage. And the green foam of new leaves, through a Louison Bobet, Géminiani’s team-mate, landscape of rolling hills, small fields and rides past all this to claim the stage, and snaking narrow lanes. In the distance, eventual overall victory. forming the rim of the bowl into which we’re descending, are the extinct 12 July, 1964 volcanoes of the surrounding Chaîne des It’s probably the most famous photograph Puys, culminating in the Puy de Dôme. in the history of cycling. Jacques Anquetil and Raymond Poulidor, leaning on each This is where Géminiani was born and bred, other, looking like they’re grinding to a halt, the son of Italian immigrants who fled about to fall over, battling their way up the Mussolini’s politics in the 1920s. It’s where Puy de Dôme. Everything is at stake; the his father opened a bike shop and where Tour’s outcome is in the balance. Over Raphaël learnt to ride, won races and, in those 3 kilometres the spectators hold their retirement, opened a clutch of bars and breath. No one could know what would nightclubs. It’s where he still lives now, happen next. aged 91. Raphaël Géminiani – aka Le Grand Fusil year.) Coppi’s early death from malaria (The Big Gun); The Boss; Gem; The after a trip to Burkina Faso? Géminiani had Telephone; Le Grand Machin (Big Thing)— shared a room with him, got the same a rider whose larger-than-life personality illness, yet survived. Anquetil pulling off the couldn’t possibly be encompassed in one lunatic stunt of winning the Dauphiné nickname. Libéré, then flying to Bordeaux the same evening to start — and win — the 600k- Nor can his riding genius be expressed in a endurance epic, Bordeaux-Paris? That was neat list of stage wins, GC placings or Gem’s idea. Legend has it that when multi-coloured jerseys. Above all, Gem was Anquetil climbed off his bike in the early exciting, unpredictable, up for trouble. hours of the morning, ready to abandon, Take the Tour in ’55, when, in freezing rain Géminiani goaded him back into the race, and wind, he lost 11 minutes in the course telling him not to act the “big poofter.” of a stage to the Luxembourg climbing sensation Charly Gaul. Yet with 100k still to Then there’s that picture with a donkey. It go, he clawed it all back. One particular had been given to him by a fan at the descent was so treacherous, riders and start of the 1958 race — the one where motorbikes were tumbling like skittles. he’d been shunted off the national team. Géminiani simply sliced his way through Without missing a beat, he quickly named the chaos, taking every conceivable risk, it Marcel — after the French DS — and yet somehow remaining upright. Looking presented it to him as a gift, with crazed, he hurtled past his DS and yelled, photographers on hand to record the “Hey Marcel, ever seen anyone like me?” moment. then gobbled up Gaul and his breakaway companions to win the stage in Monaco He had a genius for publicity. Bicycle with two minutes to spare, puncture manufacturers had always backed teams notwithstanding. but in the ‘50s and ‘60s the car became pre-eminent and as bike sales declined, so There are stories of his fearsome temper; did that source of cash. Géminiani upending a plate on Bobet’s head at the pioneered sponsors from outside the dinner table, or holding a fork to his industry. Fiorenzo Magni had already throat—provoking tears in his highly-strung paved the way in Italy by getting Nivea to rival. In ’58 he nearly won the Tour out of sponsor a team. Géminiani approached revenge for having not been selected for the drinks company St Raphaël, simply on the French team. He didn’t win — but the basis of their shared name. Even better, thanks to his efforts, neither did the French. the team became St-Raphaël-Géminiani, Yet without his loyalty and sharp tactics effectively canonising him. the same Bobet could not have won his three Tours. Neither could Anquetil have From Clermont-Ferrand station we take a won his five, without Géminiani first as taxi and half an hour later pull up outside a team-mate, then directeur sportif. And he ghost house in a village cul-de-sac. The was — still is — a raconteur par excellence driver thinks we have the wrong address. whose droll remarks bring cycling history to The garden is overgrown, with trees in life. When the notoriously devout Bartali need of pruning and strawberry bushes insisted the peloton attend mass in Lourdes, colonising the drive. With a little trepidation, he observed; “I think God has better things I ring the bell. From behind the door I can to do than get involved in cycle races.” hear a television blaring. Flip through your mental picture book of The door opens, and there he is. With his extraordinary moments from that epic commanding nose and beady eyes under epoch, and you’ll find he was there. Gaul bushy brows, there’s no mistake; this is The destroying everyone in the rain in the Alps? Boss. That’s how Gem lost his yellow jersey. Koblet, on an insane 135k solo break that He takes us out into his back garden which would win him the Tour? Géminiani was in opens onto an orchard, a wild, green the chase group. (He finished second that wilderness. He lives alone; his wife having passed away a few years ago. He tells us about a recent prostate operation where GEM’S GEMS the surgeon screwed up twice, with the result that he spent six months on crutches. On post-war food You wouldn’t know it now. He makes his Everything’s changed. There was the comeback sound simple, just a question of musette, they gave you two water bottles, positive thinking: “What I’d had was an and you had to make do. There were no accident. It’s not as if I had liver or lung cars which brought you water, you had to disease where you don’t know where it’ll fill up at water fountains. end.” The first Tour in ’47 was the first time I ate We chat, and Pauline, the photographer, bananas and oranges. We couldn’t get does her thing. I struggle to keep to my line them during the war; there were no boats. of questions; we keep veering off on They gave us some chicken at the start in irresistible detours. Around midday he Paris and they put rice cakes in the truck. pours out a round of whiskey, then another. After a couple of days the chicken was full I’m getting tangled in tangents. of maggots, and the rice cake was hard as rock. I talked about it to a journalist. On a table in his living room, piles of faded Jacques Goddet came to the start and A3 scrap paper are filled with rare photos opened the bag and the chicken from his racing days. Géminiani is practically walked out on its own. There unmissable, the picture of virility, bursting was no notion of healthy diets at the time.