After returning from the cinema, I watched the F1. I don’t really follow motorsport, but this was the final race of the season and had big importance… Lewis Hamilton, an ENGLISHMAN, might actually win something!
All Hammo had to do was finish 5th. A piece of piss if you consider the fact he had been dominating the drivers’ championship since March. Did I mention he was English? Obviously it wasn’t going to be that easy…
Lewis Hamilton – moments before victory
There Lewis was, cruising throughout the whole race, and then, with 3 laps to go, he messes up – something to do with the wrong tyres (I’m no F1 expert!).
Everyone thinks it’s all over and the bloke from Ferrari has won. Then, with the finish-line in sight, some German in front of Hamilton stops his car, allowing Lewis to overtake, finish 5th and win the championship. What great sportsmanship! It’s also very ironic that a German helped an Englishman win something.
The best thing about today’s race was watching the Ferrari team. One second they’re celebrating a win, then they realise what’s happened…
I have been informed by a work colleague that some rugby tournament starts today and that we should all be excited or something.
It is times like this, when I totally understand why people hate and take no interest in football.
Let me make it straight...
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