'The Road Would Decide'

by Barry Ryan The Ascent: Sean Kellty, Stephen Roche and the Rise of Irish Cycling's Golden Generation Gill Books ‘When you win the Giro d’Italia, you can spend the money any way you want,’ Roberto Visentini says, his voice rasping with indignation over the phone from his home above Lake Garda. The charge levelled at him through his career, by both the press and his peers, was that he would have won a lot more had his devotion to the austere life of professional cycling matched his reported enthusiasm for la bella vita. It is, understandably, characterisation Visentini resents to this day. ‘The people who say that are ignorant, basta. But then again, there weren’t a lot of correct people in cycling. Sons of bitches. Given that his family’s considerable wealth was derived from the gloomy business of funeral direction, it was perhaps only fitting that Visentini would be a rather morose kind of playboy. Handsome, talented, moneyed and with a penchant for fast cars, V...