Childhood
Virenque, his parents, his brother Lionel and sister Nathalie lived in the Iseba district of Casablanca. The family was affluent, employing both a gardener and a nurse. His mother described Richard as a gentle, kind boy, full of life, who enjoyed helping her in the garden. His idol was Michael Jackson. His father, Jacques, ran a tire company. As a child, Virenque began cycling by riding round the garden of the family's house. "It wasn't much of a bike," he said. "It had no mudguards, no brakes, and I had to scrape my foot along the ground to stop." Virenque often skipped school to fish on the beach. He told a court during the Festina doping inquiry (see below):
| “ | "I soon realised that I didn't have the brain to be anything but a racing cyclist." | ” |
The family moved to La Londe-les-Maures, near the Côte d'Azur, in 1979 when he was nine. There his father failed to find the same sort of job and relations between his parents suffered. Jacques and Bérangère Virenque divorced soon afterwards and Virenque said he was devastated.
| “ | "That was a difficult moment. I had only my bike, and I took to it in depth." | ” |
He couldn't stand being in school any longer than he had to, he said, and he left to work as a plumber.
| “ | "I studied for my qualifications but they were only an excuse . I used to go cycling rather than attend my classes." | ” |
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