Heavy-legged Sastre clambers to the top of the podium flanked by a couple of French beauties and he looks more relieved than joyous as he pulls the maillot jaune over his taut frame once again.
"The evening only achieves the kind of deliriously silly and joyous lift-off that you really, really want from this kind of show - and more than once - at the encore, " summed up Paul Taylor in The Independent.