This was not nostalgia talking. It was a technical reading of what he had just watched in the rain and mud of Hulst. “With the rain that arrived, it became even more of a real cyclocross. The way Mathieu rode, that approached perfection. The way he takes the corners, the way he handled that steep climb. With the exception of the last lap, he rode it all the way to the top every time. Chapeau.”
Wellens knows what perfection in cyclocross looks like. And he was clear that what Van der Poel showed on that course belonged in a different category to anything he had seen before, even in the eras of De Vlaeminck and Nys.
“I had Eric De Vlaeminck as a coach and learned an enormous amount from him, I raced against
Sven Nys. But Mathieu… That is still something different, and with that I do not take anything away from the careers of Nys or De Vlaeminck. They too were very great gentlemen, but Mathieu is a special case.”
Where the race was really decided
Hulst was not a power circuit. It was awkward, off camber, rutted and constantly asking for line choice and commitment. As the rain arrived, it became a course where hesitation cost metres instantly.
That is where Wellens felt Van der Poel separated himself from the rest. “With the rain that arrived, it became even more of a real cyclocross.”
Through the off-cambers, the steep run-up, and the technical descents, Van der Poel rode sections others survived. Each lap, small gains in the same places accumulated into a decisive gap that never came back.
Behind him, Tibor Del Grosso and
Thibau Nys were left racing for the remaining medals on a circuit that rewarded absolute precision more than raw force.
And it is here that Wellens turned his attention sharply towards Nys.
“This was a World Championship, you have to choose that heavier profile”
Wellens did not hide his view on the Belgian’s equipment choice. “I do have something to say about Thibau’s tyre choice. If you see that you are the only one choosing that profile, then I think you have to change. The tubular Thibau rode on is, in my own eyes, a women’s tubular. Men have too much power to ride on that.”
As the rain fell and the descents became treacherous, Wellens felt the consequences were visible every lap. “Technically Thibau is among the very best and yet he lost ten to fifteen metres on every descent. And especially when it started to rain, it was over for him.”
For Wellens, this was a detail that should have been corrected even during the race. “If your main competitors start with a heavier profile, then you must change, even if that is in the penultimate lap. A bike change might have cost him twenty metres, with this profile he lost more than a hundred metres.”
He rejected the idea that such marginal calls are overplayed in cyclocross. “I hear people say this is not Formula 1. Wrong, it is becoming more and more Formula 1 where details such as tubulars or the rain make the difference.”
In Wellens’ reading, this was not simply a race won by Van der Poel. It was a race where the smallest technical decisions behind him decided who could realistically challenge. “Standing to the left or right of Mathieu on the podium, that is still different.”
A rider from another category
Wellens also addressed the broader question of Van der Poel’s place in the sport’s calendar and whether he might one day step away from winters entirely. “A winter without Mathieu? I would understand him. The stress, the cold… On the other hand, his cyclocross activities have never had a negative impact on his spring. His heart lies with cyclocross.”
It is this combination, domination in mud and dominance on the road, that ultimately convinced Wellens to abandon his reluctance to compare eras.
Hulst, in the rain, on a course that punished anything less than perfect control, provided the final evidence he needed.
For someone who has lived through the De Vlaeminck years and the Nys era, that is not a throwaway statement.