‘I messaged each WorldTour staff on Instagram’ – How Imogen Wolff carved her path to biking’s high stage


“You’ve not travelled up only for me, have you ever?” asks Imogen Wolff, mortified by the fuss being made round her contained in the Manchester Velodrome.

To her left, among the many blue seats, two gentle stands have been arrange, prepared for the photoshoot. A small huddle has shaped across the makeshift studio. Instructed by Biking Weekly‘s photographer to lift a finger, denoting she’s primary, Wolff demurs. “Actually?” {the teenager} flashes an embarrassed smile. As she lifts her arm, the medals round her neck clang collectively. Her silverware is proof that she deserves the eye. She’s simply not used to it but.

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