The fuzz of music blaring from speakers, the roar of the crowd, the frustrated cry of a tired toddler. Since 2015, this has been the soundtrack to Dan Martin’s Julys. This year was no different. Except rather than riding through the mayhem of another Tour de France, the 36-year-old was at Disneyland Paris, on holiday with his wife Jess and their twin daughters. “We were taking advantage,” Martin tells CW, “because next year we won’t be able to take the kids out of school.”
The day we meet, the Irishman has been up since 1am, awoken by one of his four-year-olds before his early morning flight from Andorra to London. Retired life, it turns out, isn’t as relaxing as he had expected. He has spent most of the morning signing copies of his new book in the windowless basement of a publishing house, and yet, he’s
