Anything could still happen, of course. Yates could have a bad day, or crash, or get sucked in and swallowed up by the sheer force of one of Eurosport commentator Carlton Kirby’s swirling psychedelic analogies. But, more likely, he could get all the way to Rome and win the thing.
I know it to be true – I can see it with my own eyes – but committing to the fact that I’m watching the Giro d’Italia race around the streets of Jerusalem still requires a leap of faith.
But it’s an actual fact.
And in our post-truth world, actual facts can be tricky things to come by.