I would not ride the next several months. I would not. I was so exhausted that you'd think it was a lie. On the other hand, I got the time to follow the media even closer, and the day was put more and more pressure on me and my personality. I refused to speak but I could not keep it running much longer. Rumors of the report was true, and Emanuelle Ciron had put all the cards on the table. A further investigation was begun, but I could feel it. I was worried and I was starting to think about it constantly. It was as if there was a dark cloud over me, and it needed to rain. I could not stand the lie anymore. I called a press conference the following day, and there was speculation about many things. It was rumored that I just would publish a new team, but I was forced to admit. I was forced to admit that I had done wrong things. But I would take others down with it. I would tell all I knew it was not just me who had done wrong things. The doctors had also, it had Yves Birtz, there were many.
I woke up with a strange feeling. I could not eat anything, and I was in a bad mood. Could I get away with it, I had done it. I had continued and done it again. I was just on equal terms with the other top riders, yet it went all over me. It was unfair, I thought, but really should all the felled. Everyone should be deprived of what they had earned through cheating.
I stepped into the room, and I shed a few tears. I told them what I had done and went a shock through space. I completely broke down, but at the same time it was a huge relief not to keep a lie anymore. I felt still that I was the real winner of all that I had won, but I had been stripped of victories. Even though I had told that Mr Birtz had doped, and all did the same. It was a postulate that all did it, but I forced Yves to admit, but it had no consequences for him. He kept his five victories. I thought it was a double standard. I had won something but had been deprived of it when I was drugged, but he was allowed to keep the victories. A scandal. But I did not hide what I meant, but I was frozen out surroundings. I was sorry that I could no longer riding a bike, and in my quarantine was over, I had no intention of going back to my old low level. I finished the bike race. I was finished in the world.
I can see that it was wrong, and it's also something I've regretted a few years later. But I will always be in the history books. People will still remember me as the first rider to win all Grand Tours in one season. The thing I regret is that I was exposed. But I can not change. That is the reality sometimes. That I can change are the ones I trusted, and how I did it. My methods. The luck had never smiled at me. Never.
That was the story of the Belgian wonderful, Edward Mancini. I hope you have enjoyed this story to the fullest, and I hope I have followed all the way, and that you - if I make a new again - story will follow that. I loved writing this story for you, and I'm glad that it was well taken care of. I am happy to report that there have been so many comments; criticism and little noticeces, but they all mean a lot. If any of you should have an opinion on this story, write a post, so I get your opinion to know. Thank you.
Perhaps there will be a new story, maybe not. But this was the end of 'The Shortcut'.
Maybe we'll see you back soon 
And I wouldn't call it dead, but finished.
