"Moving to Ferrari has been a move that has paid off immensely for Metveyev. He starts at the front of the grid for the fifth time this season. What do you reckon? Today the day?"
"He's just been on top form recently....I honestly see no reason why he shouldn't take the championship this afternoon."
"If you're just joining us, we're live at the Suzuka circuit in Japan, round fifteen and the penultimate race of the season,"
"This is the race that could win Alexander Metveyev the title. His first Formula One World Championship! He only needs to come 5th in today's race to take the title."
"Formation lap is under way. Wonder how long the grid will stay in this position once the race starts. Metveyev's just waiting for the rest of the grid to line up..."
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I was only five, but I remembered that day. Someone, it was ingrained in my mind, one of the earliest memories I had. The roaring crowd, the red t-shirts, the red hats, the waving of the red flags. The Prancing Horse rippling from the wind. My mother lifted me up high above her head, my uncle Sasha was there, pulling off his headset to roar, the entire garage shouting themselves hoarse.
As soon as he saw me Dad lifted me into his arms, I could smell the fuel and the sweat and dust. He pulled my mom into his arms, squeezing me between himself and her, rocking us in a sort of joyful dance. It was still wet when he took his podium, and I'll never forget being lifted onto my uncle's shoulders as the national anthems played, the joy in my father's face.
I never got used to those moments, being young enough to just absorb everyone else's feelings: excitement, relief, pure, beautiful joy. I remember praying I would always get to experience moments like this.
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Intertwined
Romance*NO LONGER UPDATING* I do however have another story with the same characters that I'm posting soon ❤ Elena is the daughter of a (fictional) F1 Legend. She meets Sebastian Vettel when they're merely teenagers. How will their story unfold? In the be...
