World cyclo-cross champion van Aert, who was also riding in the race, yesterday published an open letter on his personal website in which he wrote of his memories of his team mates, of how he had learnt what had happened, and how he and the rest of the team passed the hours after the race hoping that their friend and colleague would pull through.
My thoughts go out to my team mate, Michael Goolaerts, who lost his life yesterday.
No report of my race on my website today, because it’s of no importance. Yes, I worked for weeks ahead of Paris-Roubaix – my favourite cobbled Classic. I wanted to finish a solid springtime on the road in style, with a big performance, and then enjoy a well-deserved holiday with Sarah [his fianceé].
Sadly, the situation is totally different; all my results this spring disappeared with the death of our team mate Michael Goolaerts. So I end my road campaign with a very bitter taste in my mouth.
It’s still unreal. I’ve known Michael since I was a junior rider. We were both born in 1994 and, what’s more, we’re from the same region. We therefore rode alongside each other for a long time as rivals, we weren’t team mates until last year.
I remember Michael as someone who smiled, who was never malicious and was always extremely motivated. A lad full of talent, even if he needed a bit more time then me to grow into it. In fact, he had taken a big step forward this year. The fact that he got himself noticed more than I did throughout the spring says a lot about his mentality."
Paris-Roubaix was also Michael’s dream race. Last Wednesday, we went with the team to explore Hell. We also spoke to each other during the race, once the first break had gone. He was going to help me for as long as he could. That didn’t happen.
No, I never knew what had happened during the race. The team manager decided not to tell me, and I think that was the right decision. At the time, everyone was still in the dark about Michael’s situation. The hope that everything would be okay stayed intact for a long time.
It wasn’t until after the race that I was told of the situation. I spent the following hours with my team mates, at first on the team bus, then at the team hotel in Nazareth. We tried to support each other all of us continuing to hope for a positive sign. Sadly, it never came.
In the late evening, Michael lost his battle, a battle that clearly he could not win. ‘The Hell of the North leads to heaven’ is the slogan of the race. I don’t know what to make of that today.
I didn’t just lose a fantastic team mate, but also a good friend. Sarah and I have in the meantime decided to cancel our holiday – we were due to leave for a three-week trip along the US West Coast on Wednesday. There’s no way we would have enjoyed it, and I wouldn’t want to miss Michael’s funeral, whatever the reason.
Finally, on behalf of Sarah and myself, I wish lots of strength to all those who loved Michael. May I make a request? Please keep Michael’s memory alive. Remember him as I will – as this kind of playful guy with that eternal smile. He will always be a source of inspiration. Rest in peace up there, comrade!
It is believed that he had suffered a cardiac arrest before coming off his bike. Doctors administered CPR to him at the scene before he was taken by helicopter to hospital in Lille.
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A tragic event but a very eloquent and well put piece