Two men, and it's near enough a coin toss between giants. Tadej Pogačar attacks like he's late for his tea — climbs, sprints, descends like a dropped stone, fears no day. Jonas Vingegaard is the cold one: won the Giro this spring, sharper than he's been in years, with a patience that doesn't fade in the third week — and these mountains save their cruelty for the final weekend, two days at Alpe d'Huez.
Munro's verdict: ye cannae go wrong with either — and because ye cannae, this pick won't win it for ye. Take yer giant and spend yer cunning below.