WE MET the day after the 2004 Tour de France finished, in a bar in Fulham. David Millar had always had a cool grunge-kid aura, had always looked elegantly wasted, rock star style; now he looked like a man who had not slept for a month. http://us.rd.yahoo.com/dailynews/rss/search/cycling+racing/SIG=11kefg0bg/*http%3A//sport.scotsman.com/index.cfm?id=766092005
