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Eddy Schepers - Ribelle con causa

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Dalle Ande alle Fiandre. Per arrivare al Ribelle, al secolo Eddy Schepers (si pronuncia Skìpers), fidatissimo gregario del “Giuda” Stephen Roche e terzo polo nella “trinità del Male” col piccolo “Diavolo” Patrick Valcke, ho dovuto prenderla larga. E passare telefonicamente dall’Argentina. Avevo già ottenuto il numero di cellulare di Schepers, ma non mi aveva mai risposto. Per strani percorsi del mestiere, e forse del destino, conosco Filippo Fiorini, un film-maker da poco rientrato in Italia dopo dieci anni d’Argentina, col quale ho collaborato al suo documentario “Luka Modric – Il capolavoro col numero 10”. Grazie a Fiorini entro in contatto con un suo collega belga, David D’Hondt, anch’egli giornalista freelance rimasto però a lavorare a Buenos Aires. D’Hondt chiama Schepers e come d’incanto Eddy, nei giorni successivi, risponde a quei SMS di richiesta per un’intervista prima bellamente ignorati. Di lì ai mille chilomet…

'The day the sky fell in'
Susan Daly July 25, 2009
The lavender plants lining the path to Lydia Roche's home in the south of France send up clouds of butterflies and fragrance as the visitor brushes past. From the shady terrace of her airy apartment, she takes in a view that sweeps down the rolling hillside to the town of Antibes and, beyond that, the sparkling azure sea where wealthy playboys anchor their yachts.
Even on this beautiful day, a cloud passes over Lydia's face as she describes the moment two years ago when "the sky fell in". Her youngest son, Florian, then just seven years old, was diagnosed with the most severe form of leukaemia.
He had complained of a tummy ache while on holiday in Ireland with his father Stephen Roche, the former cycling champion and Lydia's ex-husband. "When he came back I thought he was a bit skinny, very pale, but I think of the travelling -- I never think of leukaemia,&quo…

The horrifying day my little boy looked up at me and asked: ‘Am I going to die?’: Stephen Roche about the family trauma that proved as gruelling as any of his races

For 13 years, he earned his bread travelling at up to 60mph on inch-wide tyres, wearing nothing more protective than shorts and T-shirt, often with less than the width of a bicycle between him and his equally foolhardy rivals. It was a recipe for pain – and Stephen Roche endured his share. 
There was the shattered knee in 1986 that meant he rode in agony for the rest of his career; the kicking, spitting and punching he took from an angry Italian mob when he dared to beat their favourite in the 1987 Giro d’Italia; the emergency oxygen he received when he literally pushed himself to unconsciousness to win the Tour de France that year… But Stephen Roche was 47 and long retired before he discovered the real meaning of pain.
Pain is having your seven-year-old son look up from his bed in the cancer hospital and ask you straight out: ‘Daddy, am I going to die?’ 
Five years on, Roche…