Multiplying the offensives in the Pyrenean climbs of the day, the Slovenian, left too wide in a bend, saw the rear wheel of his mount slip away, therefore falling inexorably on the low side, less than 26 km from the finish.

The torn shorts, the thigh in blood, Pogacar did not however have too much difficulty in sticking to his great rival and Norwegian yellow jersey. The latter, handsome player, having waited a few hundred meters further. For one of the beautiful sequences of this disputed Grande Boucle.