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9/10/2011 0 Comments Monza through the yearsThe first grand prix I ever came to was here, back in 1997: I had just moved to London from Sydney, my friend Alex had got married and was having a honeymoon in Italy, and he asked me to fly down to Milan for a long weekend to meet up with them and go to the race. Princess Diana had just died, and Belinda stayed in the hotel to watch the funeral while we stood inside Parabolica and pointed out Michael Schumacher to a small boy so he could honk his air horn at the right Ferrari. Continue
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9/9/2011 0 Comments Back in the saddleIt was a strange feeling to be back in the paddock after a couple of races away (albeit for the best reason ever – my son Arthur is the best thing to happen in my life since I met my wife): I've never missed two races before, and you sort of wonder how things will be after a break away from the coalface. As it turns out, I only had time to put my bag down before Alexa had me writing up a race preview and some other items while she organised a bunch of things for the end of season party on Sunday.
Some things never change. Continue What did you know about your teammate before this season?
Julian: Can I speak freely? (He laughs) Fabio: You have to know that if you say something bad I will say something bad as well. (He laughs) Julian: I know he broke up with his girlfriend but already has another one. Fabio: Why do you have to tell that? Continue What did you know about your teammate?
Christian: That he is Spanish... We races some years ago in Formula 3 so I knew the name but nothing more. We met a few times in the paddock, but that’s it. Dani: I knew he was German and I knew him from Formula 3 and from BMW. You did BMW right? Christian: I won it! (Both laugh) Dani: In the paddock, we never had the opportunity in F3 to talk to each other. Maybe he was scared because I am too pretty. It happens to me all the time. Continue |
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