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[RPF] Among the French who are angry and newspapers that

Titolo:  Tra i francesi che si incazzano e i giornali che svolazzano
Fandom:
RPF Pairing: Bartali / Coppi
Rating: R
Word count (Fiumidiparole): 1071
Notes: 1) p0rnosa For the third week of WWF (Warning Weeks Fest) of Fiumidiparole ; prompt: RPF Cycling, Bartali / Coppi, after the race. * scatters flowers under the feet of anyone who has this wonderful thing to prompt P0rn Fest 2009 *

2) The whole human story is told of pure invention, to avoid complaints. Everything else, However, it is true: the stages, nicknames, miles. Everything, even the photograph

3) All other notes are at the bottom, otherwise you spoil the surprise. And break your soul who just wants to read without getting blowjobs mind, of course

this day and sunset orange
and swells of memories that you do not know
I like to stay here
dusty on the highway, if you want to go, go
[...]
Among the French are angry

and newspapers flying around there is some 'wind, barking
the campaign and there's a blue moon at the end of
("Bartali", Paolo Conte)

Then there

against blue sky with snow that you sing and then down around

no time to stop
to fall behind
(Coppi, Gino Paoli)

"A man only in command, his shirt is blue and white, his name is Fausto Coppi. The Campionissimo makes unforgettable the day today. Tenth stage of the thirty-ninth Tour de France: Lausanne - L'Alpe-d'Huez. Mileage: duecentosessantotto.
Coppi takes the yellow jersey after having transferred on loan for a day of team-mate Andrea Carrea. As we watch the images of the arrival and ceremony, in which ours is flooded with flowers, the photographer Carlo Martini tells us of a photograph, we are sure, will become history ... "
He moved quickly from item Ferretti still did not understand how it was possible that even in France, to take his television RAI. He did not want to hear a story that he had lived: the journalist was good, and it was also the photographer in question, but surely would have blown the thing up to make it to national proportions. Would address all once finished the Tour now, all he needed was a shower, followed by a light supper, and then a good sleep. He was tired, and the next day's stage was just as grueling, but even that was going to win: the arrival was at Sestrières, and could not disappoint the fans its region.
then slid beautifully out of the hall, where about fifty people staring mesmerized as the little television, and Corinth in his room.

had not even had time to undress, when they knocked on the door: three light taps, could announce that only one person. Went to open it, and, without looking, stepped aside, and entered Gino Bartali.
" Brava, Campionissimo," greeted him. Fausto
pulled up to force a corner of his mouth in a sort of smile: "Thanks."
"Do you think I will be talking about for a long time of that photo?" Said Gino.
"At least until you tell them which of us was to pass the bottle another, "said Fausto.
Gino became thoughtful, "So we will not say anything they think what they want. So never stop talking about it. " Fausto idea
smiled: "I do not think it will be a long story, however: in a few months if they do not remember any more."
"We'll see ..." was the reply of the oldest.
They were silent for a while ': Gino looked out the window, staring at who knows what, Fausto wandered around the room, moving the few ornaments the squares and straightening.
"So you are tired enough?" Gino asked suddenly, without looking at him.
Fausto, however, turned around, "What do you mean?" He asked, puzzled.
"I mean that I win the stage tomorrow," came the reply. Gino continued to stare through the glass.
"Are you sure?".
"More than safety. On this stage, you have won a fortune, but do not have the right to deal with two physical hard work of its kind in a row. Tomorrow, the stage is mine. " Gino's tone was very firm, Fausto but found it a little childish.
"What happened? Are you tired of always being behind me? "He asked, taking him around good-naturedly.
Then the other turned around: "You were born to annoy me, water carrier."
"I would not want you attributing too many merits, Ginettaccio, Fausto smiled.
Gino smiled, and stared for a long, intense moment, before approaching a little 'and kissing.
Nothing soft and romantic, of course: If Ferretti had witnessed the scene, he would have described as "one of many exchanges of liquids that true sportsmen do not deny the opponent in trouble. "
was right: you need to kiss. The hands on the shoulders of the other, half-closed eyes, their lips was a thin greed, like the one you take when you're in the middle of the Stelvio, pushing hard on the pedals of a bicycle that weighs fourteen pounds good . When you're on a climb like this, a sip of water makes you regain your breath, blood and legs. For them, at that time, was worth the same speech, and that kiss was to forget the tiredness, the bad and the muscles fatigue proved. And after a minute, they were both naked, tied to each other under the covers, always kissing with more enthusiasm, sucking each other off the sweat from the skin.
We would see nothing wrong even if had they pointed out: for them it was a way to release tension after the race. They did nothing wrong, after all.
Moreover, we liked each other, often to the contrary notwithstanding. Among them was estimated. And yes, even affection. Confidence unconditionally. If it were not, on the other hand, Fausto would have never given up so easily Gino, who, however, carried him over the edge of pleasure every time. Every so often, haste, urgency, and sometimes the irritation brought the oldest not to prepare the other properly. And this was one of those cases. But Fausto took no notice, too focused on Gino's chest pressed against his back: the skin was so hot that seemed to catch fire at any moment.
When my friend was all inside him, began to push steadily. The times when they ran directly toward the same goal could not be counted, but in these cases, they ran together, which is quite different.
"Come" Fausto whispered suddenly, "Come inside me, before me."
and Gino did not pray.

Later, washed, dried and coated, Fausto was preparing to go to dinner. Gino, who was to return to his room, he paused in the doorway and turns to look at each other, "Fausto", he called it.
"Yes?".
"I take away the curiosity?".
"If I can."
"Why do you have asked in that tone? Usually prefer to ... well, you usually want ... before, "Gino is embarrassed.
Fausto smiled, crooked, "Oh, it's simple: because you were behind me, as always, I thought I'd ask you a kindness, making you reach for first time for a change '...." Gino
stared at him open-mouthed, not wanting to believe his ears! Then he decided to resolve the issue as always: "water," he muttered between his teeth, "We'll see tomorrow." And he left slamming the door. The

next day, Fausto Coppi won the eleventh stage of the Tour de France 1952.
Ferretti made his usual commentary perfect, but he did not notice the exchange of glances between the two opponents if he had noticed, would certainly have seen the smile in the direction of Campionissimo Ginettaccio. E Bartali respond with a wink.
Probably, if he had realized all this would have translated all with: "Fausto Coppi routs his opponent on the road. But Gino Bartali not intimidate you, and his words are a challenge: the stage today is not over yet, Dipper. "
They finished the stage as always: under the sheets. Bartali won, but the yellow jersey remained in pairs.


Notes:
The sentence starting, "one man in command, his shirt is blue and white, his name is Fausto Coppi", Ferretti has really delivered, but the stage was the third last of the Tour of Italy in 1949. I do not know if he never repeated, nor in 1952 when he was still doing the commentary, but these are small that I have taken poetic license. Probably not a realistic thing in the 50s in France took the RAI, but in the end, there very little realistic in this story. So, take this as a poetic license.

Coppi Bartali called "water carrier" during a stage of the Tour of 1940: the Passo Rolle, Coppi was a crisis, could no longer ride. He stopped at the roadside and began to cry, decided to retire. Bartali, who was just ahead, given the scene, turned back, and using all kind of ways, urged him to resume the race. "Water" as far as I know, is a term used in Tuscany with derogatory tone towards those who do not drink wine, as if to say "you're just a man." Since Coppi was Piedmontese (and therefore highly likely did not know the double meaning of the word took on the lips of Bartali) and has always been a teetotaler, did not hear anything that might offend him. In fact he did not take offense: harassed by his contrary, also won the Tour of Italy that year.