A HIT NEW BOMBSHELL ENTERS THE F1 WORLD
Celia Winter, the first woman to ever win a Grand Prix and the woman that almost (by 9 points) won the world championships her second year
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The Australian sun beat down on the Melbourne circuit, casting a golden glow over the grid as fans filled the grandstands, eager for the start of the 2029 season. This was a day Celia Verstappen-Winter would never forget—her debut race for Red Bull Racing, a team she'd admired for years and finally joined after her shocking announcement the previous year.
The buzz in the paddock was electric. Red Bull had a formidable lineup this season, with Celia and Liam Lawson leading the charge. For Celia, this race wasn't just about proving she belonged in one of the top teams—it was about setting the tone for a season that would see her reach new heights.
In the garage, the mood was different. Max, now officially retired, stood next to GP, Celia's new race engineer, with Luna perched on his hip. GP had thought, after Max's retirement, that he'd finally have some peace from Max's constant chatter in his ear. But retirement hadn't silenced Max. If anything, it had made him worse.
"Mate, you've got to remind her about Turn 4. She's losing grip there in practice," Max said, leaning casually against the pit wall, glancing at the screens.
GP sighed, pretending not to hear him. "Thought I'd have a break after you retired."
Max smirked, unbothered. "Yeah, I know. But now you've got to deal with me as a WAG. Different job, same yap."
Luna giggled, bouncing in her father's arms as Max whispered something into her ear. She was a spitting image of him, with the same bright blue eyes and a grin that was contagious. At four years old, Luna had become a regular in the garage, though her interest in racing was minimal at best.
It didn't matter to Celia and Max—Luna was their world, and whether she liked racing or not, they were happy to see her thrive in her own way.
The race itself was a masterclass in precision. From lights out, Celia dominated. Her aggressive yet controlled driving style stunned her competitors. She'd been good before, but now with Max as her relentless coach—always offering tips he'd never shared when they were racing against each other—she was unstoppable.
"Brake early into the chicane and carry the speed through the exit," Max had told her before the race. It was something he'd practiced for years but never voiced aloud.
Now, as her husband, he was an open book, and the wealth of his knowledge was making her an even better driver.
On Lap 42, she made the decisive overtake on Charles Leclerc, a move so bold it left the commentators in awe.
"Celia Verstappen-Winter—what an incredible overtake! She's showing the entire grid she's not here to just make up the numbers. Red Bull's new driver means business!"
As the final lap approached, the Red Bull garage was buzzing. GP, glued to the radio, gave calm instructions, while Max kept murmuring, "She's got this. She's got this."
