Obviously a crazy competition comes out. Overtaking and counter-passing between champions, one of the most beautiful races ever. An exaggerated stuff. I’m Italian champion for the second time. It is one of the strongest emotions of my life. Seeing the owner of the GRC, Antonio Gambarri, who cries and hugs my father, is a crazy blow. He is the person who is giving us a hand: we don’t have a lira but Antonio has seen my talent and appreciates the efforts of my father. Knowing that I’m giving him this joy, and somehow I’m giving him back some of his investment, he’s freaking me out. I don’t know if I’ve ever felt such happiness again after a race in my life.