Seeing those red, black and white colors go through the sign every Friday night led by the cheerleaders running with the flags was thrilling. I never wanted the last letter because if the people in front of you run slow you could get hit by a breakaway full of 80 horses. On the pitch cheering I felt like I was a different person. It was like living a double life. The cheering made my voice heard. Making those different claps it seemed like every movement, every word and every smile counted. It helped the public. He helped the kids. It's the cheerleading squad. It helped