Total numbing shock
I got the text as I was watching the last 5 minutes of the rugby. Shouting at the TV, having a great time, thinking NZ v France was important. The text came and I just stared at my phone. Utter, total shock. I just stared at it hoping it was a sick joke but knowing it really wasn't. I can't recall the rest of the rugby and I didn't even watch the end.
It's not often a death affects one so deeply. I've been walking around all day in a bit of a daze, not really getting much done at work. When people asked me how my weekend was I tell them it was awful because Simo was killed, but they don't get the significance of it.
Seeing the cover of Wednesday's MCN tonight made me well-up. Marco, in his leathers, smiling away, loving life. I know we can gain comfort from knowing he didn't suffer and died doing the thing he loved, but the death of someone so young and with so much promise (and achievement) is a hard one to comprehend.
Biking is about more than nationality. We are all bound together by our love of this brilliant sport. Marco was one of "us" in a way that the Daily Mail will never understand. For the DM to have shown pictures of the impact is as repulsive to me as me putting pictures on the net of Princess Diana lying dead would be to them. The BBC didn't even mention Marco's death in the news last night. But there's thousands of people of there who have been affected (like me) by this terrible event. We are all biking brothers, and we'll keep Marco's name alive for many years to come.
Marco seemed like a lovely lad. He was a normal sized bloke living our dream, enjoying it, and he made our world a bit more fun. That lad achieved more in his 24 years than we'll achieve in a lifetime. I salute the memory of Marco Simoncelli.