Bradley Wiggins: What I want to say, but my words just fail
Judging by the pained expressions of all 3 men on the podium, no one had known Lesley Garrett was going to be belting out God Save The Queen in a Union Jack evening gown. Perhaps it confused Bradley Wiggins' plans. But by the time he took to the winner's podium on the Champs Elysees yesterday he and his team had known for at least 24 hours that he was going to become the first Brit ever to win the Tour De France. His lack of a decent speech after a glorious win seemed to epitomise some very British problems with occasion. It was an occasion that needed a few appropriate words. Just a few. And in French, too. No groom would expect to get away with joking about doing the raffle and not getting drunk on the way home at his wedding anymore. And Bradley, we wanted you to take the time to enjoy your moment, but also acknowledge it and share it with us in words. Meryl Streep once told me she forgot to thank someone important when she won her first Oscar and she felt so awful after, when she