Rather, let’s look at the different approaches:
Seriously, these fans ripped off a life-size cut-out of Tommeke and lugged it down to Austria with them. Mmmmm, how about that three foot long chunk of carbo goodness Tom?
Belgium: High-profile ‘Total Boonen’ verging on pagan idolatry.
Tom Boonen…so hot right now…Tom Boonen.
Only three things matter in life: Belgium, Beer (Duvel), and Boonen.
It seemed like the entire population of Belgium migrated to Salzburg to see Tommeke go for his second World title.
No boundaries; the red, yellow and black jester hats say it all really.
Italy: In the main, pretty reserved at Salzburg, maybe a reaction to the excesses of mad flat-landers from the North.
Norway: Surprisingly well-represented. Big on flags and life-size banners.
Finland: Not many, but well organised, tee-shirts with their boy’s picture and flags.
Slovenia: Reserved, but you wouldn’t mess with them dudes; especially since they were banging-down Carlsberg at 8.00 am.
Cyril Dessel had his own fan contingent – they were hoping for some magic a la Le Tour de France in July – no dice.
Kazakhstan: A decent presence, good flag-count and we particularly liked the lovelies who wore the team strips over their derrieres.
Brittany: Reserved, but aint that a cool flag?
The Germans were out in abundance, but looked a bit dejected after their man, Zabel, had been pipped on the line for the umpteenth time.
Of course the Austrians were abundantly plentiful – along with their catching flag.
Luxembourg: That boy Sckleck is popular.
Holland: Even the efforts of the Tommekes pale when compared to the orange-men (and women). In a word – nuts!
Most enterprising fans of the day? The ones with the sofa on the side-walk at the start of the finishing straight.