#gianluca ferraris

[lesbianracecars]

Ferrari Driver Academy God Loves You. But Not Enough To Save You

[conformi]

Gianluca Vialli of Sampdoria celebrates the victory of "Scudetto", Stadio Luigi Ferraris, Genoa, Italy, 19 maggio 1991 VS Eugène Delacroix, La Liberté guidant le peuple, 1830

[maranello]

CHARLES LECLERC for SPORTWEEK | January 7, 2023

photography by alan gelati styling by gianluca zappoli fashion by ferrari style, giorgio armani, richard mille grooming by mimmo di maggio

[unsaidcurses]

hi i saw you write for robert shwartzman and i think he is so under appreciated especially when it comes to fanfic!! could you please write something friends to lovers with him maybe with the whole “oh no there’s only one bed i guess we have to share” trope 🥺 i would owe you my life i love your writing

summary: robert hosts a party. it doesn’t continue as it was supposed to, but it’s alright anyway.

pairing: robert shwartzman x driver!reader

warning: alcohol

wordcount: 2,3 k

a/n: this is set back in the golden prema/fda days (i miss them so much) after months i finally finished this??? it’s been an eternity, thanks uni,  love u too </3

you could hear light music mixed with laughter coming out of the slightly opened main window of the house. you just arrived at robert’s place, where he decided to host what was supposed to be something between a small gathering and a party with members of the ferrari academy, who also happened to be his closest friends.

you, marcus and callum lived pretty close, so you had agreed long ago to always share one car whenever you planned to go to a party, so that at least two people could drink, while the other remained sober to drive them safely home, and tonight the chosen driver was marcus.

when you knocked on the door, you didn't have to wait long to be met with a smiley gianluca. he didn’t hesitate to pull you in a hug, soon after passing over to the boys, giving them their usual handshake.

“hey guys, how are you? welcome in!" the brazilian exclaimed eagerly when he greeted you. as you followed the orders, you entered the house, which, to your surprise, was adorned with fanciful lights, even on the sofa where mick, jehan, and robert sat.

“i didn’t expect christmas to arrive a month earlier this year!” you exclaimed walking towards the boys with the intention of hugging them. while the first two laughed at your joke standing up to greet you, the house's owner crossed his arms and wore a pout on his face, causing an even louder laugh from everybody.

"come on rob, i was kidding. you know i love christmas." you seriously replied engulfing him. and just when he finally gave in and placed his arms around your body as a sign to both forgive you and greet you, callum talked.

"of course he knows. that's exactly why they are there."

robert actually considered for three seconds to leave his spot and kick him, but it would have been suspicious, so he opted for staying where he was, thinking of something that could save him from a possible embarrassing moment.

"i also bought your favourite gin and marcus' tequila." he shrugged his shoulder dismissively. "i want my friends to enjoy their night, so there are things around you like."

although callum almost blurted out your name, as you were the thing around he liked, on the other hand his brain stopped his mouth in time, deciding that waiting for everybody to be tipsy before putting him through that carnage would be funnier.

suddenly the main lights turned down leaving a confused expression on everyone's face, until marcus, from the side of the room where the switches were, started talking.

"now that we are all here, can we start the party?"

"yes kid, we can"

-

some hours elapsed by and the majority of the boys were tiredly sitting on the sofa, while you and mick were drunkenly putting together some moves, which i'm not sure it can be called dancing, on the light jazz that was playing in the background. you didn't know the process that brought etta james to be played, considering not even half an hour prior all you could listen to was some edm music, but since the phone attached to the speakers was roberts's, you imagined it happened by his hand. and indeed it was him, after he heard the knocking on the wall from his neighbour when he walked in the kitchen to get a drink, realizing just then how late it was and they were being way too loud.

when the song ended, you collapsed on the armrest of the sofa where marcus was sitting. noticing his eyes were halfway closed from tiredness, you announced it was your time to leave.

"cal, let's go home maybe? marc is half asleep." you asked turning in his direction. he still hadn't answered, but you immediately noticed something in his look was off.

"marcus? are you sleepy or drunk?" callum examined his flatmate noticing his slouching on the couch and, for he doesn't understand what reason, the red ears, which was the common pattern he witnesses only when he was out drinking.

"mh, sleepy and drunk. allegedly sleepy because drunk." he replied cuddling to your side seeking a soft spot to rest his head, unsuccessfully since you stood up straight away.

"marcus! you were supposed to stay sober, it was your turn to drive us home!" you shouted at the boy, fully aware that telling him this now wouldn't change a thing. not surprised, callum let his head hanging down, reflecting on the possibility of driving them home, immediately dismissing it as he drank as well.

years of training reflexes to recognize when they are not on spot to drive, useful.

you stood there looking at your friend, pondering what was the best choice to bring you home safe and sound. since all of you had too much alcohol in your body, driving was not an option, and neither was walking because your house was too far away and marcus was clearly not in the condition to do so, nor ride a bicycle.

so basically you were screwed, except for the fact that you were at robert's house and, as the good party host he claims to be, he had the right solution for you.

"i think i have enough space for everybody to sleep here," he glanced around the living room thinking about how many people could fit on his couch. "three people can stay in the guest room, two on the sofa and two in my room."

"oh my- you are a godsend rob!" you excitedly jumped on him, after he saved you from a walk of kilometres holding your drunk friend.

you weren't the only one in the room having a realization though. in fact, while you were busy hugging robert, gianluca called shotgun for the guest room, fancying some due rest on a proper mattress, and mick and jehan reflexively run up the stairs, going for the room wishing the same as the younger driver. at the end of the day, they were already supposed to stay over, without expecting anybody to mess up their plan by getting drunk when not supposed to.

"it doesn't look like marc is gonna move anytime soon," callum said with half-closed eyelids looking at his full asleep friend, "and i don't think i have the energy to do any different, so i guess we'll take the couch."

the blond boy reached for the cupboard, taking out a blanket and kindly laying it out on his academy's teammates. the older of the two thanked him with a little smile and a yawn, while the new zealander was way to gone to be minimally conscious.

then robert nodded towards the staircase, to let you know his intention to go to his room, and you followed him

"did i seriously win the spot on the comfiest bed of the house without an effort? it must be my lucky day!" you ratiocinated walking up the stairs alongside rob, who was some steps behind you since he stopped to switch off the lights of the living room to let the boys sleep more comfortably.

"are you sure you don't mind sharing the bed? i can always stay with marcus and callum" he halted temporarily in case you didn't like the idea of sleeping together in a so small space.

"of course, rob. besides, it's your bed, if anything i would be the one on the couch." you insisted turning to him, beckoning him to stick to you.

once in his room, the atmosphere change pretty drastically for the russian. having his long time crush in his personal space was a new thing for him, which got him pretty flustered, not knowing how to act. not that you noticed it, while changing into your pajamas. if you only knew how that made robert freeze on the spot. notify him next time, please.

some giggles from the adjacent room distracted both of you and saved the blonde's brain from buffering over and over again.

"did we really think it was a smart idea to leave gianluca in the same room as jehan?" you questioned ironically, "they will keep us awake all night."

"definitely"

still laughing, you and your fluffy pyjamas got under the blanket on the bed on the opposite side of where a bedside table with some of rob's stuff laying around was set, inducing it was the part where he usually slept. you moved around a bit, trying to find some comfort in the unknown environment, meanwhile the blonde changed his clothes as well, getting in an old unused t shirt and some short, which looked a bit too light for your liking, but he was surely better used to cold temperatures than you were thanks to his childhood spent in russia. after taking the spare pillow on the chair, he walked to his side of the bed pushing the one already on the mattress in your direction to offer the most comfortable one between the two. lucky me callum is not here to tease me right now, rob reflected.

sleeply, you accepted it, not wanting to start the "you take it" “no, you take it" conversation in the middle of the night, watching the other finally getting under the duvet with a satisfied look on his face.

once both of you settle in the small bed, you relaxed finding some peace to sleep, but a fresh breeze hitting you feet cause that moment to be really brief. at first, you decided it wasn't particularly bothersome, so you let it pass, but when all the warm the blanket was radiating was disappearing because of it and it became distracting for your sleep, you decided to investigate the cause.

"rob, you're too tall." watching under the duvet, you noticed he was laying with his legs straight and his feet didn't fit in the bed, leaving a gap at the end of it where the cold air could come in.

the small bed was not only narrow, but also too short.

"i know, i'm sorry. in theory the mattress is a full size, but in actuality it is a small-european size." he apologized for moving slightly to fit better, but without really knowing how.

"isn't it easier if you just bend your legs?" you suggested seeing his discomfort. in response, the blonde did what you said but towards the wall, the opposite direction of what you had in mind, putting himself in another uncomfortable position as well. "i meant in this way, dumbass."

when you brutally put a hand on his knee to pull his legs on your side he was a little taken aback. he didn't want to intrude your space, and doing so your legs were all intertwined, and he couldn't stop thinking about whose legs his were crossing. it wasn't exactly like the time he slept with marcus during a grand prix because the radiator in his room was broken.

"am i-... do you, i mean..." he started stuttering, trying to form a proper sentence while you were looking at him, which was pretty distracting if you couldn't tell. "are my legs bothering you? i can move them if you-"

"it was a pretext to get you to do something about this." the boy was interrupted by your sentence, which wasn't entirely clear to him.

"about what?" he questioned back with a confused expression on his face. what he said made you laugh a bit, you honestly couldn't tell if he was doing it on purpose or was actually obnoxious.

"we can avoid the elephant in the room any longer or you can just cuddle me like normal people that like each other usually do."

you dropped the bomb, hoping you didn't misunderstand all the signals, otherwise that would be really embarrassing, but considering all the glances, the sweet actions only aimed at you, callum's jokes and the general tension sometimes was there between you two for absolutely no reason, you assumed this was not the case.

the boy looked at you with a blank expression, processing the words. has he been so obvious, too obvious, about his feelings? or was it his friends' fault with all the remarks? but mainly:

"each other? so you-"

"yes rob, i like you."

those icy eyes were looking at you like you told him a f1 seat was his. he didn't know how to form the concept he wanted to pronounce, letting him gasping. his reaction made some insecurities crawl into you, interrupting the eye contact you were previously holding, which didn't go unnoticed by the boy, causing an immediate reaction from him.

"that's good," out of all the words existing in the english vocabulary, these were the ones that came out. seriously? so he tried to fix his mistake by adding a "i mean- it's good because i like you too."

a nervous laugh escaped your lips, followed by a push on his shoulder. that was really horribly phrased, lucky him you liked him.

"good to know. now, i've been awake for like... nineteen hours? so if you don't mind, i would postpone this conversation to next morning when both of us will have more faculties to properly talk about it. the worst part of admiting it is done, anyhow." you yawned stretching around. with your legs still intertwined, the boy started fidgeting before opening his mouth and unsurely give voice to his thoughts.

"can i still hug you?"

you felt an overload of tenderness hearing the request, accompanied by the cute expression on robert's face, typical of someone in the beginning stages of a new relationship, with a lot of adoration, but plenty of insecurities. your natural answer was to scoot over and lay your head on his shoulder, which in response received a weird entanglement of arms around your body and a bright smile.

"goodnight rob" you murmured to the boy on your side, who answered you in the same way before settling down, with silence and calmness filling the room, knowing that at least callum now will stop messing with you on your unrevealed crushes.

[dobbiamo-capire]

Last translation of the day, this website summarized the best takes of italian newspapers (it’s really long but worthy)

As always, I try my best with the translation, every mistake is my fault, it took me an hour so pls support my madness

This is just the cover of the grades of Sky Sport F1 (Italy) that says: “being mad” (incazzato is more than mad but I can’t find a better word)

Half a win

Press review of the British gran prix, won by Ferrari with Carlos Sainz at his first career win and being awarded with a strategy that forced Charles Leclerc back to fourth position

Ferrari at Silverstone had their third victory of the season after almost three months and celebrates the first victory of Carlos Sainz’s carreer, who at his 150th race start in F1 had finally the pleasure to jump on the top step of the podium. The target for the race according to Mattia Binotto was to give away points to Max Verstappen and gain them with Charles Leclerc against the Dutch driver, all the targets were reached thanks to a floor damage that made the race of the reigning champion “a sufference” that ended with a seventh place. But Leclerc coul have gained a lot more points than the six (that he actually gained) against his peer, but a strategy from the Ferrari wall, facing a challenge (really don’t know what challenge they are talking about), gave an advantage to Carlos Sainz who was second with soft tires menwhile Leclerc was leading with used hard tires, loosing places at the restart until the fourth place at the end.

‘The two faces of the Red team’ is the head of Il Corriere della Sera article. ‘If I were Charles I would have asked myself: “what can I do more than this?”‘ is the title of Giorgio Terruzzi’s publishing: ‘if I were Leclerc it will be harder for me to accept this race result. I’m saying this apologizing for the comparison. The point is this boy is doing anthological things since the first corner of the season. The list of his hard work, including the ones from yesterday, in a monumental defence of the position, with harder and slower tires compared to the group that was chasing him in the (race) finale, (this) puts him in the stratosphere of motorsport. If I were Leclerc I would have asked myself what the hell should or would I do better and more to have a dominant position in Ferrari. Knowing too well that no one, in the team, has any doubt about this; that no one could have never thought about penalizing him’.

‘Red and black’ is the big head of La Gazzetta dello Sport that highlights instead the happyness of Sainz and from the other side the anger of Leclerc. ‘It’s hard for tifosi to be really happy and celebrate -as the milestone of the Spanish should be- because Leclerc, who could have gained a lot of points on a struggling Verstappen, has finished only fourth. And it was not his fault. Like Monaco, Charles was a victim of circumstances and Ferrari’s pit wall decisions. Galeotto (italian expression that means ‘the start/fault of it all”) was the safety car that was deployed after the stop of Ocon at 13 laps to the end of the race. Without this unexpected moment, Leclerc would have won the gp without problems. So, there was a heavy part of unluckyness. But, facing a sudden change, the pit wall of the Cavallino took another questionable decision, sacrificing the driver ahead in the championship standings, preventing him, at the end, to fight for the victory’ you can read this in the Rosea article of Gianluca Gasparini that titled it it as ‘Ferrari, you can be happy for Sainz, but why did do sacrifice Leclerc?’

‘The first one is the good one’ is the title chosen from La Stampa: ‘Carlos is cheering, while Charles is raging. Ferrari won in Silverstone, home of Mercedes and Red Bull because their headquarters are there, but after the race between the two Carli there was high tension. Sainz was looking for his first career win in a race that was dramatic at first but thrilling at the end. Leclerc, instead, had the chance to rebalance the championship standing but he failed because of a strategic choice that put him in fourth place behind Perez and Hamilton’ is the beginning of Stefano Mancini’s article.

‘Sainz is the only one partying’ says Repubblica: ‘Ask me if I’m happy (it’s the title of an italian movie). Mattia Binotto is (happy) after the first, wanted victory for Carlos Sainz in the most exciting and creepy gp of this season for now, at Silverstone, home of Mercedes, McLaren and Red Bull. Then you talk to Charles Leclerc: his face can’t hide the disappointment, after another race “to toss in the garbage”, his words, for another “wrong decision”’ writes Antonello Guerrera.

‘The acrobatics of the pit wall’ is the header for Corriere dello Sport written by Mauro Coppini where you can read ‘it’s funny too see, like it often happens in the history of the brand, that in Ferrari the relationship between victory and loss is so fleeting, until you can swap the meaning between them. Because at Maranello when someone win another one is loosing and what matters the most is keeping the relationship in the team balanced, more than the points in the championship”.

[formulinos]

Wait what did Arthur and Prema do??

I’m fairly new to f2 and f3 so not really aware of a lot lmao

ok so Arthur and Gianluca Petecof (brazilian, now currently at brazilian stock car) were teammates at FRECA (which is basically formula 3.5 because the jump from f4 to f3 is a bit large). they were both in Prema, both on the fight for the championship and the deal was that whoever won got an available seat for them at F3 (a big deal since at that point prema had gotten two championships in a row in f3).

important: both of them were ferrari driver academy at the time, but gianluca was w them through a backing from shell while arthur had leclerc and todt tax. the shell sponsorship didn’t pay everything though and gianluca only had money from them for the first half of the season and almost didn’t run the second half, but managed to make enough sponsorship deals to clinch the rest

so, gianluca takes it, a lot being from his own personal talent and a lot from arthur bottling his chances. in theory, prema should prioritise him as they had been saying. in practice, arthur takes the seat anyway and goes to f3. excuses are made over the negotiations (gianluca didn’t have enough money and that is a fact bc shell decided to drop him even though he won, which also led to him leaving the fda. 500k from the FREC prize money + his sponsors was tricky) but the fact is there shouldn’t really been any negotiations from the way they led the guys on during the championship.

where we stand is: gianluca managed to skim some more sponsors and took his cash to campos for a seat in f2 (best cost/benefit at the time). he didn’t particularly flop as the campos wasn’t a great car but he ran out of money quickly and adrian campos (team owner) had just died unexpectedly so basically they let him go. now we have a guy who could have gone further into his formula career stuck doing stock car in brazil. brutal out here. prema is still prema, doing ok or whatever. arthur is still a small fish in the ferrari system, so he is safe in the FDA as long as charles is there and nicholas todt too. i’m not particularly mad at arthur bc he was a teen at the time and obvs there is deeper todt fuckery. i suppose i do resent him because he hasn’t capitalised so far on the seat to at least justify the choice done. you could say that gianluca’s lack of cash was the only reason and tbh it’s more than enough but considering how he had already moved mountains to finish the season at FREC, prema did very dirty in leading him on the way they did knowing fully well he was broke.

[kevinjmann]

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Un anno senza Gianluca Vialli, i ricordi e la sua carriera al Ferraris

Una mostra per celebrare Gianluca Vialli a Genova, dove il campione vinse il primo scudetto nella storia della Sampdoria nella stagione 1990-1991.È stata inaugurata in una sala della tribuna d’onore dello stadio Luigi Ferraris che la ospiterà per due giorni. ‘Un uomo,un campione, Gianluca Vialli’: è il titolo della mostra. Espostele maglie originali indossate dal numero 9 (Cremonese, Sampdoria,…

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Life In The Fast Lane Chapter 18 - 2023 Race 13: Italy

Rating: Teen & Up

Warnings: None apply

Pairings: Original Female Character(s)/Original Male Character(s); OFCs & OMCs

Work Tags: Re-write of a previous work; not beta read; dual/multiple pov; mentions of IRL current and past F1 figures; Eventual romance; friends to lovers; found family/work family; actual family; occasional swearing; racing drivers and their various shenanigans; how to handle pressure (and how not to); with a sprinkling of the power of friendship; tags will be updated as work progresses

Chapter: 18/57 Word count: 4.5k Summary: Celebrations and mixed fortunes aplenty at the temple of speed.

I just wanted to do a little note to say that it's been almost a whole year since I posted this first chapter of this mega re-write project over on AO3, and I am so incredibly grateful for all the support on it thus far. I really cannot begin to say just how much it means to me, so thank you, and I hope you enjoy the latest chapter!

Thursday 31st August – Autodromo Nazionale di Monza

The whole paddock had been invited to McLaren’s 60th anniversary celebrations, which kicked off at precisely 5pm (Andrew’s insistence on perfect timing was impeccable as ever). Small champagne flutes had been arranged in neat rows on a white tablecloth at the entrance to the three story high motorhome, with more tables on the first floor dedicated to canapes and light bites of food.

The TV screens on the walls alternated between slideshows and video clips from all of McLaren’s most notable races (Sophie’s podium in Shanghai and victory in Hungary were prominent features), while every McLaren team member was dressed in vintage style uniforms. Short sleeved white button up shirts that had McLaren’s 60th anniversary logo on the front pocket, with papaya and sky blue stripes running down the left front. Sophie had once again gone to the effort of having her nails painted orange, as well as wearing her hair down for the day with a papaya fabric headband fixed in place.

“Between the two of you,” Nathan, who had found Sophie and Nico on the top floor about ten minutes ago and had stayed for a catch-up, gestured to both of them with a loose hand. “Hardly anyone is going to be talking about Ferrari all weekend. I’d avoid Gianluca at all costs, he’ll be pissed.”

“Oh, I’m sure the Tifosi will make up for it tomorrow!” Nico said with the same bright grin that hadn’t left his face all day. His promotion to Red Bull for 2024, for which he’d signed the contract on Tuesday, had finally been announced that morning. And Sophie, as well as being a happy participant in McLaren’s anniversary celebrations, was also set to match Lella Lombardi’s 13 race starts on Sunday (assuming mechanical reliability stayed on her side).

“Anyway, I have to go and do a quick interview, but save a spot for me on the quiz team!” Nathan called over his shoulder as he made his way toward one of the sets of stairs in search of his press officer.

As part of the evening’s festivities, the team was putting on a McLaren themed pub quiz. Andrew had barely signed off on the idea, but Martin had managed to talk him round claiming that there had to be something about the weekend for the team to enjoy. Since they were coming into it knowing that they might not be quick enough to score a single point come Sunday.

When Nico and Sophie made their way downstairs, Mark was still in deep conversation with Sophie’s mechanics. He seemed to have them all enthralled by tales of the old days, both on and off track judging by the loud laughter that would bubble out of the group every so often.

The quiz was the last event of the night after all the speeches and presentations, and Leena’s team of herself plus Chris, Paul, Amir and Leon wiped the floor with everyone else. Sophie’s team that included Nico, Nathan, Ben and Aaron came in second with Mark’s team of mechanics in joint third.

“For once, he finishes in second place,” James said in mock teasing in Ben’s direction, much to everyone else’s amusement.

“Ah, but if it had been a Red Bull quiz, I would have won.” Benedikt retorted with a wide grin as he got up from his chair. As the drivers began to disperse for the circuit car park, either heading back to their luxury mobile motorhomes or hotels, Ben intentionally hang back by Sophie’s side.

“I saw your helmet when I came in, you and Max did a beautiful job.”

“Thank you!” Sophie grinned, it had been a small weight off her shoulders knowing her helmet design for the weekend had turned out as well as she had hoped. “Max was great though, he’s doing my helmet for Singapore as well, and he even managed to work in a tribute to Lella at the last minute.”

“Oh really, I didn’t see it?”

At that Sophie insisted on showing Ben the two display helmets that had been painted in the same designs James and Sophie were running for the weekend. James’ was mostly the same as normal, bar the number 12 being painted on in a vintage style, with each of McLaren’s title winning years going around it in gold foil.

While Sophie’s helmet followed her usual pattern of stripes on a plain base, the colours had been switched for papaya and sky blue stripes on a white background, all of which were filled names and races. On the white background was the name of each McLaren team member, the first orange stripe listed every one of McLaren’s race wins, the middle blue stripe had the names of every single McLaren driver, and the second orange stripe featured all the races Sophie’s father had taken part in as a mechanic. And up at the top, encircling the number 16, was all thirteen races contested by Lella Lombardi.

“That’s really beautiful Sophie,” Ben said with a small, soft smile as he carefully set the helmet back down. “Has your Dad seen it?”

Sophie didn’t get to say that he had, as when Edward Morden and Charlotte Stewart got up from the table in the corner they’d been sat at with Martin and started making their way towards the door, Benedikt suddenly looked like he didn’t know where to put himself.

“Matt and Annika will be looking for me, I better go.” Ben said shyly, his eyes darting between Sophie and Edward. “See you tomorrow.” Out of nowhere, he put a gentle hand on Sophie’s shoulder and leaned down to kiss her cheek. Something that took them both by surprise as they gawked at each other for a couple of moments, before Benedikt very quickly darted away.

All Sophie could think about for a couple of minutes was that Ben’s aftershave somehow smelled like the mountain air he called home.

Sunday 3rd September

“Everybody eyes front!” David, McLaren’s team photographer, called out above the bubble of chatter emanating from the gathered team members. They were all stood in the warm sunshine in front of the motorhome, dressed in their neatly pressed uniforms with the management and drivers stood front and centre while the rest of the team were roughly arranged in rows behind.

Andrew had been in attendance for the whole weekend, and was less than impressed with the fact that his cars had qualified in ninth and tenth. But for a brief few seconds no one seemed to care about what little race pace they were going to have as the whole team fixed bright grins on their faces and smiled for however long they were told to. After all, 60th anniversaries weren’t very common in Formula 1, and everyone felt like they wanted to make the most of it regardless.

As expected the team had been under more media scrutiny than normal, with questions asked if whether McLaren would be able to fix their car problems before the regulation change in 2026, how was Sophie going to bounce back after her difficult race in Turkey, and would it be better for James to cut his losses and try to get a seat somewhere else? It had been a pleasant surprise when some journalists decided to ignore all of that, and ask questions about McLaren’s historical achievements instead.

Ferrari however were still the main attraction for the tens of thousands of Tifosi that had filled the circuit grounds. All of the grandstands were filled with red for as far as the eye could see, and the reception that Giovanni and Teo got on the drivers parade was almost deafening.

Sophie was stood with Nico and a still sheepish Benedikt, who had pulled Sophie aside after the driver’s briefing on Friday and apologised for kissing her on the cheek out of the blue. Admittedly, Sophie hadn’t felt uncomfortable by the encounter, just surprised at the display of apparent affection. But she accepted the apology none the less, and insisted that they were still on good terms. Still friends.

“And now, onto the birthday boy,” Lise from German TV was conducting the interviews on the drivers parade, as the flat-bed truck slowly trundled through the chicane at the end of Curva Grande. “How many seconds would you like to win by? 26 maybe since that’s how old you are today?”

Benedikt puffed out his cheeks and let out a bright laugh, but now that Sophie knew him better she could see the very small hint of shyness behind it.

“I think any win would be nice today,” He paused to adjust his cap and wave at the crowd that didn’t seem too interested in him, but it didn’t appear to phase Ben in the slightest. “I love coming to Monza every year. The track is amazing with how fast we get to go, so getting to race here on my birthday is quite a privilege. Hopefully we can keep up the pace we’ve had so far in practice and have a good day today.”

With his beaming smile and how tall he was standing, it wasn’t hard to tell that Benedikt had secured pole position by three tenths of a second yesterday.

The truck had now exited the second Lesmo, and was surrounded by tress on both sides on the way down to the Ascari chicane. The warm, bright sunshine dappled through the leaves onto the driver’s faces as they quietly chatted amongst themselves since there were no fans to wave at.

“Definitely nicer than what it was like last year.” Sophie said aloud to no one in particular.

“It’s like home.” Ben said quietly, but with a small smile as he looked up at the trees. Sophie had been referring to the weather, but she had to agree that the parkland in which the circuit was situated was incredibly beautiful.

“So that’s why you left Zürich for the countryside, not enough trees?” Sophie asked, slightly teasing. Ben let out a light laugh and went to reply right as Lise appeared at Sophie’s side with her microphone in hand. She asked about both McLaren’s big anniversary, and Sophie’s latest career milestone. All Sophie felt she could do was put on a warm smile and say as she had done so many times over the weekend of the honour it was to be a McLaren driver, and that while the team was expecting today to be difficult they were still going to work hard to deliver the best result they could.

“How are you such a natural at this stuff?” James asked under his breath once the drivers were off the parade truck and walking back to the paddock.

“Well, when you spend the majority of your career having to defend your right to simply be on the grid, not scoring points suddenly isn’t the worst prospect in the world.” Sophie said with a frown, sounding a lot heavier than she intended. “Sorry I didn’t-”

“It’s fine Soph,” James said, briefly flinging an arm round her shoulders and even flashing a small smile at her. “I’m sure that if you ever take something out on me and mean it, I’ll know about it.”

“I think having Andrew looming over my shoulder the whole weekend has put me on edge.” Sophie finally said under her breath once they had some distance between themselves and their fellow drivers.

“Yeah…” James paused to scratch at a spot on his jaw. “You and me both.”

“Go well today Sophie.” Nico said quickly, appearing at her side out of thin air.

“You too, allez!”

“Allez!” Nico beamed back, fist half raised in the air for good measure, and he squeezed Sophie in a warm side hug before jogging over to the Red Bull energy station with his press officer.

Katie and Richard had been lagging behind their drivers the whole walk over, giving them space to have a conversation just themselves, while Sophie and James found themselves in a semi-comfortable silence while the sun continued to beat down on the circuit.

“I’ll try and give you a tow at the start, like Leena suggested this morning.” James said as they walked back into the motorhome and made for the stairs.

“If I end up in front I’ll do the same for you.” Sophie said without too much thought. As Martin had very plainly put it in the morning briefing, good teamwork was going to be essential today if they wanted to score points. Neither James or Sophie had any kind of problem with that.

“Let’s just hope we don’t end up plum last.” James sighed through gritted teeth as he patted his teammate’s shoulder.

Mark didn’t realise that he had been chewing on his thumbnail until he caught a glimpse of himself on the screen showing the global feed, stood at the back of Sophie’s side of the garage in between Vanessa and Richard wearing a soft grey polo shirt with the McLaren speedmark logo embroidered in white on the left. He quietly scoffed at himself and tucked his thumb into a fist which he gently tapped against his chin instead, as his eyes were fixed on the screen that showed Sophie’s onboard camera as she made her way through the formation lap.

As a mechanic, Monza had never been one of Mark’s favourite tracks purely because of the high chance of carnage at the narrow first chicane – anything from a broken front wing endplate to having a wheel and suspension ripped off the car and the race being over before it got started.

The team’s mechanics took their seats in the garage, having made their rushed return to the pit lane as the cars started to line back up on the grid. All Mark really wanted was for Sophie – and by extension out of the love he still held for his old team – James to make it through the first lap unscathed.

Mark was clenching his fist so tightly that as the start lights began to illuminate, he could feel his skin pressing hard against his gold wedding band.

The start lights went out quickly, but that barely caught anyone off guard as the cars sped out of their grid slots in perfect formation. Carotti and Mitchell both got a tow off Schmitz who had already firmly planted his car on the racing line to have the optimal turn in point for the first corner. It was clever, as it meant the second Red Bull would either have to take to the grass or brake early to stay on the road.

But Mark didn’t care about any of that when the front runners started to brake. It was always the worst concertina effect of the season at Monza, and while Sophie and James made it through cleanly, one of the Haas cars and both Aston Martins came out worse for wear as one went right into the back of the other. Jones was out of the race immediately, while Nichols was able to continue despite dropping to the back of the field with a puncture and no front wing. Curva Grande offered a brief pause before the second chicane, quickly followed by the two Lesmos. James and Sophie were still running in their starting positions, with Sophie staying tucked in her teammate’s slipstream to try and pull a gap on the eleventh placed Alpine behind right before the safety car was brought out.

Mark, Vanessa and Richard all exhaled in relief at the exact same time.

“She’s fine.” Vanessa said, lightly patting Mark’s arm in reassurance. “Why does this never get any easier?” She added in quick succession, and just about managed to take a small sip from her drinks bottle.

“If I ever find out the secret to dealing with it, you’ll be the first to know.” Mark said with a slightly strained chuckle as he pressed his radio headset against his ears to hear the exchange between Sophie and Chris on the radio.

“Remember to keep heat in your tyres for the restart, and James will give you a tow to try and keep Vasquez behind.”

At the mention of Sophie’s teammate, Mark quickly glanced over to the other side of the garage to see if Natasha was alright. As with every race she had attended, she held station next to James’ trainer and like Mark had her eyes fixed on the screens above. He thought about going over for a reassuring word when Mark’s phone buzzed in his pocket, and as he suspected it was a text from Mary asking if Sophie was alright. It must have been so busy at the airport that she hadn’t been able to stop by one of the bars showing the race.

He quickly texted back saying that Sophie was still in tenth place, and that the safety car was nothing to do with her. Mark reluctantly put his phone back in his pocket once he’d hit send, if Mary was busy then she wouldn’t be able to send more than a quick reply.

It hadn’t been the easiest decision to only attend a handful of races together, but with how much money they had put into Sophie’s career they weren’t in a position to be able to take any unpaid time off. And it was better for Sophie to have at least one of her parents in the back of the garage than neither of them.

“Are you alright Mr Knightsbridge?” Richard asked. At some point Mark had started chewing his thumbnail again.

“I’m fine.” He stuffed his hands firmly in his pockets. “And I’ve told you to call me Mark.” He affectionately scolded the press officer, gently nudging him with his elbow and a small smile for good measure.

“Sorry, old habits.”

The race restarted on lap 10, and while Sophie and James had initially pulled away from the Alpine behind, they were both undercut at the first round of pit stops which dropped Sophie out of the points. James tried as hard as he could to stay in Vasquez’s DRS, but it was no use. The McLaren, despite its rather stunning all over papaya vintage livery, just didn’t have the straight line speed to keep up.

Meanwhile up front nothing could phase Schmitz, who after nearly losing the lead at the first corner had went on to build enough of a gap to Carotti behind to retain the lead after his first and only pit stop, while Mitchell was in a permanent scrap to stay in third place ahead of Martinez in the second Ferrari.

There was a loud hiss in the garage on lap 42 when Watkins and Martens banged wheels as they went side by side through the second chicane fighting over fifth, both cars were unscathed until there was a burst of carbon fibre shards at the braking point for the first Lesmo and both cars seemingly had punctures. The incident brought out the virtual safety car, and both McLarens were called in for a fresh set of mediums. It dropped them out of the points, but Mark assumed that Amir’s thought process was with the rest of the grid on old hard tyres it would be easier for Sophie and James to make up places.

It was such a good idea, that about four other cars as well as Watkins and Martens were also called in for fresh tyres.

When the chequered flag fell at the end of lap 53, Schmitz won the race by twelve seconds while James and Sophie came home in eleventh and twelfth, not even close to tenth place.

A wave of disappointment crashed across the garage as mechanics and engineers looked at leach other with a mixture of defeated and resigned expressions. It was a feeling Mark knew well as he pulled his phone back out of his pocket to text Mary and Will the race result while Vanessa and Richard went down to parc fermé to wait for Sophie.

When Sophie finally returned to the garage after being weighed, she looked as glum as everyone else felt. But she still clasped hands and bumped fists with her mechanics and engineers before she handed Vanessa her helmet and made a beeline for Mark.

“Well done sweetheart.” He pulled his daughter into his arms for a tight hug, and kissed the top of her head just in case she needed it. “You did all you could, I’m proud of you.”

“It didn’t feel like it. I really thought Jan was going to get me on that last lap. If James hadn’t given me DRS…” Sophie trailed off with a sigh as she stepped out of the hug and fixed her team cap on top of her head. “I need to get these post-race interviews out of the way.”

“I’ll head back to the motorhome then.” Mark had very briefly contemplated offering to help with the derig of the garage, but when he remembered he was wearing trainers instead of steel toe-capped boots he decided he was probably better off keeping Vanessa company while Sophie went from interviews to the post-race debrief.

The only plus side from the day that Mark could come up with was that at least McLaren were holding onto fifth in the constructors standings by a country mile over Aston Martin. But what good was fifth when the whole garage wanted to be first?

“Hey Sophie!”

Everyone looked over their shoulders to see James call out and even jog to catch up with his teammate. Mark didn’t get to hear the full conversation as Sophie and Richard veered off in the direction of the press pen while Mark and Vanessa walked back into the air conditioned McLaren motorhome.

It was like déjà vu in the media pen for Sophie, as for the second time in seven days she found herself going through the racing driver’s book of excuses trying to explain where her race went wrong. Her only saving grace was that this time it was more to do with the car, and not her.

The debrief wasn’t much better. Almost everyone was down about the fact they’d converted a double top ten on the starting grid into nothing. And the added pressure to at least score points on the team’s anniversary weekend only made the atmosphere in the engineering trucks worse.

The car just simply wasn’t fast enough. Good cornering speed was no use on a circuit that was predominantly fast straights. Leena and Martin tried their best to find parts of the weekend that had gone well, and by the time the briefing was over the air amongst the team felt only marginally lighter.

“We’ve got a week off before we head out to Singapore. So get some rest, have some quality time with your families, and we’ll go again.” Were Martin’s parting words before he dismissed everyone with the best smile he could muster. Chris, who had been sat on Sophie’s left, puffed out his cheeks and let out a long sigh.

“Thank god we don’t do triple headers anymore.” He said with a shake of the head. Adam let out a grunt of agreement from Sophie’s right. Truth be told, she was grateful for a week off from racing as much as everyone else. Even though she was going to be jumping right into heat training with Vanessa to be as ready as she could be for Singapore.

“See you guys on Tuesday.” Sophie said to her engineers and they exchanged pats on the shoulder goodbye. Everyone would be back at the factory next week for more meetings and debriefs to go through the data from the weekend with a fine tooth comb.

When she got up out of her chair after gathering her things, Sophie saw James holding the door open for the last few stragglers. The two teammates ended up being the last to leave.

A part of Sophie felt frustrated. This was the seventh race where James had finished ahead of her on the road. And granted she had finished just over a second behind him, and Sophie knew that if she had managed to get ahead of James, she wouldn’t have managed to finish higher than eleventh either. She was just annoyed that she couldn’t give the team something to cheer for.

“Are you going to be at that sponsor photoshoot tomorrow?” James asked, stopping completely when he’d reached the bottom of the stairs, right in front of the door that led out into the paddock. It was operated by a push button, which was why it hadn’t opened automatically at their presence.

“The one in London?” James gave a small hum in reply. “I think so, I know I have a photoshoot tomorrow. I can double check with Richard if you’d like.”

While Sophie and James had already featured in many a sponsor campaign since January, their photoshoots had mostly been on completely different days due to their schedules, and the fact they lived in different countries. So she wasn’t surprised at James asking to check if for once they were going to be in the same place outside of a circuit or the factory.

“It’s fine, I just wondered if you wanted to grab some food after?” James said as he scratched behind his ear. “It’s alright if you don’t, I won’t be offended.”

Sophie huffed out the smallest of laughs at the implication that hanging out with her teammate completely outside of work was such an awful prospect. Even though Sophie assumed it would be at some ultra-exclusive restaurant which wasn’t really her cup of tea, she did still genuinely like James. And her feelings towards him had thankfully felt less complicated than they had back in Budapest. Because even though they got on well, had the odd mutual interest (unsurprisingly, vintage cars), and that Sophie felt she could trust him completely – something in the back of her mind told her they could never be anything more than teammates.

“That would be really nice.” Sophie said in quick reply.

“Great,” With a bright smile James pressed the button to open the door, and stepped out into the paddock. Sophie fell in step with him almost immediately. “I’ll see where I can book a table, but feel free to bring Vanessa along if you want a wing woman.”

As they crossed over to the motorhome a faint drizzle started to fall from the sky, it took everyone by surprise as they looked up at the faint grey clouds. No rain had been forecast until the late evening.

“See you tomorrow then.” Once inside, James made a couple of long strides over towards the stairs while Sophie headed over toward the table Mark and Vanessa were sitting at. Sophie knew they probably wouldn’t see each other at the airport, with her flying commercial and James on a private jet.

“See you tomorrow!” Sophie called out, and watched her teammate disappear upstairs.

* * *

2023 Italian Grand Prix Classification

1st - Benedikt Schmitz (Red Bull) - 25pts 2nd - Giovanni Carotti (Ferrari) - 18pts 3rd - Alistair Mitchell (Red Bull) - 15pts 4th - Teo Martinez (Ferrari) - 12pts 5th - Daniel Jakobsson (Alpine) - 10pts 6th - Marc Pavard (Mercedes) - 8pts 7th - Erik Braun (Audi) - 6pts 8th - Nico Dumont (Alpha Tauri) - 4pts 9th - Nathan Watkins (Mercedes) - 2pts 10th - Cristóbal Vasquez (Alpine) - 1pt 11th - James Hewitt (McLaren) 12th - Sophie Knightsbridge (McLaren) 13th - Jan Martens (Audi) 14th - Aidan Glover (Williams) 15th - Evan McKinley (Williams) 16th - Antonio Lima (Alpha Tauri) 17th - Owen Nichols (Aston Martin) RET - Leon Bauer (Haas) RET - Tadashi Sato (Haas)RET - Aaron Jones (Aston Martin) Fastest Lap - Nathan Watkins - 1pt

2023 Championship Standings after Round Thirteen

Drivers Standings

1st - Benedikt Schmitz (SUI) - 226pts 2nd - Giovanni Carotti (ITA) - 189pts 3rd - Nathan Watkins (CAN) - 166pts 4th - Alistair Mitchell (GBR) - 144pts 5th - Cristóbal Vasquez (ESP) - 128pts (8th - Sophie Knightsbridge (GBR) - 61pts 10th - James Hewitt (GBR) - 45pts)

Constructors Standings

1st - Red Bull-Honda (AUT) - 370pts 2nd - Ferrari (ITA) - 285pts 3rd - Mercedes-AMG (GER) - 276pts 4th - Alpine-Renault (FRA) - 187pts 5th - McLaren-Mercedes (GBR) - 106pts

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Modena: Smart Life Festival nel segno di "generazioni"

Modena: Smart Life Festival nel segno di "generazioni". Da giovedì 28 settembre a domenica 1 ottobre Modena sarà la capitale della cultura digitale con Smart Life Festival: oltre 40 appuntamenti tra talk, workshop, eventi e performance per indagare, sperimentare e riflettere su come innovazione e digitale incidono sulla nostra vita nella società contemporanea. Giunto all’ottava edizione, il festival della cultura digitale è quest’anno dedicato al tema Generazioni e vuole riflettere sul concetto di generatività e sull’importanza che riveste nella società globale, nei vari ambiti dell’agire umano, dall’educazione all’informazione, dalla cultura allo sport, dall’economia alla cura dell’ambiente. Il programma dell’ottava edizione del festival della cultura digitale è stato presentato giovedì 21 settembre in Municipio. Alla conferenza stampa hanno partecipato il sindaco di Modena Gian Carlo Muzzarelli, l’assessora alla Smart city Ludovica Carla Ferrari e il presidente della Fondazione Collegio San Carlo Giuliano Albarani. Sono inoltre intervenuti il prorettore Unimore e vice-presidente della Fondazione Democenter-Sipe Gianluca Marchi e il componente del consiglio di amministrazione di Fondazione Modena Valerio Zanni. Tanti gli ospiti che durante le quattro giornate del Festival si confronteranno sulle trasformazioni in atto, generate dall’uomo e dalla tecnologia, attraverso un approccio multidisciplinare e il dialogo tra linguaggi diversi. Smart Life Festival 2023 si aprirà infatti con la performance del compositore tedesco Alva Noto, tra musica e tecnologia, per proseguire indagando il rapporto tra umano e artificiale, tra reale e virtuale, con esperti di nuove tecnologie, imprenditori e rappresentanti del mondo economico, operatori della sanità, insegnanti, pedagogisti e performer. Tra gli ospiti, anche il fisico Federico Faggin, padre del primo microprocessore, Matthew Wizinsky designer e professore di Urban Technology all'Università del Michigan, la Fair Fashion Ambassador, stilista e imprenditrice Marina Spadafora, i giornalisti e scrittori Valerio Mattioli e Simon Reynolds e il professor Thomas Poell dell’Università di Amsterdam. Gli eventi si concentreranno nel centro storico cittadino fino a toccare varie zone della città, presso le sedi della Fondazione Collegio San Carlo, innanzitutto, e in altri luoghi della cultura e dell’arte, dal teatro Storchi al Tecnopolo, da Ago Modena Fabbriche Culturali al Laboratorio aperto, dal Centro Memo a Istituti scolastici e Net Garage a piazza Roma. Molteplici gli appuntamenti in programma, tra conferenze, laboratori e performance, che riguardano diversi ambiti, come l’educazione e l’apprendimento (Smart Life School), la tecnologia (Smart Life Tech), la sfera espressiva e dell’arte (Smart Life Design, Music e Fashion). A declinare “Generazioni” saranno infatti diversi temi, dall’incidenza della formazione digitale sulla crescita dei ragazzi all’intelligenza artificiale e ai suoi molteplici sviluppi nei campi della salute, della privacy e della tutela del paesaggio. Il festival è promosso da Comune di Modena, Fondazione Collegio San Carlo, Fondazione Modena, Università di Modena e Reggio Emilia, Fondazione Democenter, Camera di commercio Modena, Provincia di Modena, insieme a Laboratorio Aperto Modena, After Futuri Digitali, ER2Digit, Fondazione Modena Arti Visive, Future Film Festival, Laboratorio Aperto Modena, Lepida e Ventie30 e in collaborazione con Forum PA. Gli appuntamenti sono tutti in presenza, ma il festival prevede anche un palinsesto di dirette streaming che potranno essere seguite sul sito www.smartlifefestival.it, dove è possibile consultare il programma completo e aggiornato della manifestazione e le modalità per partecipare. Numerosi incontri inoltre saranno registrati e resi disponibili sul canale YouTube del festival a conclusione della manifestazione.... #notizie #news #breakingnews #cronaca #politica #eventi #sport #moda Read the full article

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"Como Lauda, Prost o Villeneuve". El 'capolavoro' del español en Singapur rescata el amor propio de aficionados y prensa (al fin), que recalibran al 55, tras 434 días adormilados sin victorias del Cavallino MIGUEL SANZ Italia, país pasional como España, del todo a la nada y la nada al todo en el espacio, a veces, de una carrera. Todos los piropos que se le han regateado a Carlos desde que aterrizó en Maranello, a veces con dolorosa ausencia, han salido a borbotones en un lunes como no se recordaba desde hace 434 días, el de la última victoria de Ferrari. A Carlos le ha costado un Everest ganarse el respeto en el análisis de fans y expertos, pero ahora están en fila, aquí y en las islas. Nadie pone en duda ya que Vasseur le diera (al fin) la mejor estrategia y Leclerc trabajara, aún con alguna queja, para el español. Resulta que tiene Carlos muchos trucos bajo la manga. "Obra maestra del genial estratega Sainz", titula Luigi Perna en La Gazzetta y al fin subrayan el talentazo del español. "Desde ayer cambia el calibre, y entra en el de los fuoriclase de la F1, capaz de hacer cosas especiales como Hamilton o Alonso". Dentro le acompaña Paolo Ianieri estirando la comparación a Lauda, bicampeón rosso, por su capacidad de cálculo, la visión de carrera de Prost y la madurez de Jody Scheckter, campeón en 1979. Casi nada al aparato. No se queda ahí la cosa, en la opinión, Gianluca Gasparini le recuerda a aquél Villeneuve de 1981 en el Jarama defendiendo con sus armas, las que sabe explotar, una victoria y avisa de que Leclerc, o espabila, o será redimensionado en cualquier momento. Tuttosport ya habla de "Por qué ahora es el líder, ¿es Singapur el punto de inflexión?" mientras contemplaba a Sainz junto a una cerveza helada. Sentado en un sillón en la noche de Singapur, empapado de vino espumoso y sudor, abrazado el trofeo. "Matador y zorro. Genio táctico con un paso de aquellos que se sienten más fuertes que los demás: un piloto computadora como Prost, pero con la pasión de un español". Lo dicho, no se ahorran los halagos tras su genial improvisación con el DRS final y su amigo Lando. Los diarios generalistas tampoco ahorran epítetos: "Sainz hizo magia al final", concede 'La Reppublica', más serio que un expresso doble. "Aplaude no solo Ferrari sin toda la F1 por acabar con el monólogo de Red Bull". "Parece enamorado, con luz en los ojos, la confianza de un líder, la reputación volcada dentro de un mes para darle a la enorme familia roja lo que era esperado que diera Leclerc. ¿Que ha cambiado en esta soberbia y desconcertante demostración?", cierra el veterano Giorgio Terruzzi en Corriere della Sera. Una inversión de roles, sobre todo para todos ellos y el protegido Principito monegasco, como le llaman todos en Italia. Para recibir en tu celular esta y otras informaciones, únete a nuestras redes sociales, síguenos en Instagram, Twitter y Facebook como @DiarioElPepazo El Pepazo/Marca

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15 set 2023 18:11

DI CHE AVRANNO PARLATO, ATTOVAGLIATI NELLA VILLA AI CASTELLI ROMANI DI ANTONIO ANGELUCCI ("ALTRO CHE UFFICI DI SALVINI"), MINISTRI E PARLAMENTARI LEGHISTI? AH, SAPERLO… - SI DICE CHE DURANTE LA SERATA SIA STATA IMPROVVISATA UNA LOTTERIA. IN PALIO NIENTE SOLDI MA UN GIRO SULLA FERRARI ROSSA FIAMMANTE DI ANGELUCCI – DOPO IL RICCO BUFFET, MATTEO SALVINI HA STORPIATO AL KARAOKE “LA CANZONE DEL SOLE” FACENDO RIGIRARE NELLA TOMBA LUCIO BATTISTI… -

Gianluca de Rosa per www.ilfoglio.it

Come dice l'anonimo deputato del Carroccio: "Altro che uffici di Salvini". Mercoledì sera ministri e parlamentari leghisti si sono visti in un posto speciale. Tutti nella villa ai Castelli romani di Antonio Angelucci, deputato, ma soprattutto editore dei giornali della destra. Cena in piedi. Ma con buffet abbondante. [...]

Poi, dopo i discorsi di rito, si passa al divertimento. Karaoke. Salvini si scatena. A pochi giorni dai 25 anni dalla morte di Battisti il segretario si è cimentato con “La canzone del sole”. Brindisi, risa e anche qualche goliardata. Una ai contorni della leggenda: una lotteria improvvisata. Niente soldi. Per il vincitore un bel giro in auto sulla Ferrari fiammante del padrone di casa.

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CHARLES LECLERC for SPORTWEEK | January 7, 2023

photography by alan gelati styling by gianluca zappoli fashion by ferrari style, giorgio armani, richard mille grooming by mimmo di maggio

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'Zebra' sets a record for the club with the most players who have won the World Cup.

Angel Di Maria and Leandro Paredes became the latest Juventus players to win the World Cup. And that makes the "Zebra" army the club with 27 players who have won this competition the most in history.

Argentina lifted the trophy after beating France 4-2 on penalties after a 3-3 draw after 120 minutes.

Di Maria called a penalty for the first goal and scored the second himself. before being substituted in the 65th minute, while Paredes came on as a substitute in extra time

As for Adrien Rabiot,    online gaming another Juventus footballer, he started for France, but was heartbroken when the “chicken brand” was the runner-up.

The presence of Di Maria and Paredes in the Argentina squad took Juventus to 27 players who won the World Cup. more than any other club in history Bayern Munich came in at 24, while Inter Milan had 21, with Lautaro Martinez being the latest player to win the championship.The list of Juventus players who have won the World Cup is Luigi Bertolini (Italy 1934), Felice Borel (Italy 1934), Humberto Caligaris (Italy 1934), Gian Piero Combi (Italy 1934), Giovanni Ferrari (Italy 1934), Luis Monti (Italy 1934), Raimundo Orsi (Italy 1934), Virginho Rosetta (Italy 1934), Mario Vargline (Italy 1934). , Alfredo Foni (Italy 1938), Pietro Rava (Italy 1938), Dino Zoff (Italy 1982), Antonio Cabrini (Italy 1982), Claudio Genti Le (Italy 1982), Gatano Seria (Italy 1982), Marco Tardelli (Italy 1982), Paolo Rossi (Italy 1982), Didier Deschamps (France 1998 ), Zinedine Zidane (France 1998), Gianluigi Buffon (Italy 2006), Fabio Cannavaro (Italy 2006), Alessandro Del Piero (Italy 2006), Mauro Camoranesi (Italy 2006), Gianluca Zambrotta (Italy 2006), Blaise Matuidi (France 2018), Angel Di Maria (Argentina 2022), Leandro Paredes (Argentina 2022)

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L'Italia per me

Eh, già

Né ricchi, né poveri, siamo nati nel mezzo Io e mio fratello, sul letto a castello Casa umile fuori, tirata a lucido dentro Quando me ne sono andato m'è rimasto l'accento Dialetto del nord, con la cadenza di giù La polenta e il salame, col kebab e il couscous Quando penso a lei mi manca, non per la Costa Smeralda Ma per ogni estate la vacanza dai parenti del sud Non è il politico che dice, "Prima gli italiani" Non conta se ci nasci, conta se la ami Non è farsi i selfie con la Ferrari È un bambino che si sente Valentino, mentre schiaccia sui pedali Non è il saluto a braccio teso allo stadio È Samantha che ci crede e arriva fino allo spazio Non è l'abito firmato d'alta moda È mio padre che ha firmato le cambiali per i miei libri di scuola

È il primo bacio dato un pomeriggio al luna park Ti fai il caffè più buono anche nei peggiori bar E quando vado via so che lei rimane dentro me È una canzone di De Andrè So a memoria le parole, neanche so perché Questa è l'Italia per me Questa è l'Italia per me Questa è l'Italia per me

Graffiti come sfondo, nato in una frazione di Milano Cresciuto in una frazione di secondo Le tipe truccate come commesse di Moschino E noi per piacere a loro truccavamo il motorino Il tricolore impolverato appeso in bidelleria Ogni ricordo è una boccata d'aria di periferia Quando non si andava a scuola per gli scioperi Il primo corteo che mi torna in mente con l'odore dei fumogeni Guardavo i figli ricchi col Montgomery pensando Non possono permettersi il lusso di essere poveri Non è il clientelismo di chi salta le file Ma è mia nonna che quando fa i conti parla ancora in lire Sono le tende di Emergency e la strada di Gino Non è Gianluca Vacchi e i calciatori da giardino Non è il centro commerciale costruito con l'appalto Ma il centro sociale che mi ha dato voce sopra un palco

È il primo bacio dato un pomeriggio al luna park Ti fai il caffè più buono anche nei peggiori bar E quando vado via so che lei rimane dentro me È una canzone di De Andrè So a memoria le parole, neanche so perché

Seh, non è il pusher di quartiere con il poster del padrino È mia mamma col santino di Falcone e Borsellino Non è una volta all'anno, tifare la nazionale È la tua squadra di calcetto che arriva in semifinale Da ladri di bicicletta a ladri di mazzette E forse più che un antifurto servirebbe un antifurbo Per me rimarrà la penisola che non c'è La amo e la odio Questa è l'Italia per me

È il primo bacio dato un pomeriggio al luna park Ti fai il caffè più buono anche nei peggiori bar E quando vado via so che lei rimane dentro me È una canzone di De Andrè So a memoria le parole, neanche so perché Questa è l'Italia per me Questa è l'Italia per me Questa è l'Italia per me

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L’anteprima di The Christmas Show a Milano

Migliaia di fan ad acclamare il cast all'arrivo sul red carpet. Decine e decine di fotografi e di giornalisti ad immortalare l'evento. L'anteprima del nuovo film The Christmas Show, del produttore Pier Paolo Piastra, prodotto dalla Viva Productions con: Raul Bova, Serena Autieri,  Francesco Pandolfino, Tullio Solenghi, Ornella Muti ecc.ecc.

All’Odeon Space di Milano, è stato un tripudio di luci, canti natalizi, babbi natali, acrobati e colori. Non potevano mancare gli attori del film Raul Bova e Serena Autieri, i produttori cinematografici Pier Paolo Piastra di Viva Productions e Monica Pedrazzini di Pama film Productions il regista Alberto Ferrari, il cantante Blind e tanti altri.

Numerosi ospiti vip che sono intervenuti per assistere alla proiezione della pellicola: da Alex Belli e Delia Duran al campione di MotoGP ed ex gieffino Marco Melandri; dalla conduttrice televisiva Antonella Clerici, Amedeo Goria e Vera Miales (i due si sono presentati nuovamente in coppia e pare che abbiano ripreso a dialogare, dopo la pausa di riflessione estiva); gl' attori comici Paolino Ruffini e Alessandro Besentini, la scrittrice Melanie Francesca. Rosa Perrotta e Pietro Tartaglione, la giornalista sportiva Claudia Peroni, Giacomo Urtis, Aristide Malnati con l'inviato di Chi Gilberto Savini, l'imprenditore Gianluca Mach, l'inviata di Striscia la Notizia Rajae Bezzaz, ex miss Italia Nadia Bengala, il coreografo delle Iene Valeriano Longoni con la bellissima moglie Benedetta, Mitch di radio 105, Rosy Dilettuso e Elisa Scheffler.

 Gli sportivi: il campione di karate, medaglia d'oro alle Olimpiadi di Tokyo 2020, Luigi Busà con Nicole Di Mario, Antonio Rossi e il calciatore Fabio Galante, solo per citarne alcuni. 

Un parterre nutrito e variegato, con tanti reduci da diversi reality tv e numerose glorie del calcio degli anni passati, per un film a tema natalizio che approda nelle sale con largo anticipo rispetto all'inizio delle festività, forse con il proposito di sbancare ai botteghini. 

Una speranza per nulla velleitaria, visto il cast di straordinari attori che vi hanno partecipato. Protagonisti Raul Bova e Serena Autieri tra dolori esistenziali, piccole gioie quotidiane e sogni ancora possibili, incastrati in un passato che, a volte, ritorna, e nelle difficili relazioni con i figli adolescenti. Leggerezza, sentimenti e tante risate: un mix esplosivo di ingredienti che si preannuncia altamente esplosivo. Non resta che andare al cinema per guardare il film. Buona visione a tutti!

THE CHRISTMAS SHOW è un film di Alberto Ferrari sulla magia del Natale, nel cast Raoul Bova, Serena Autieri, Francesco Pannofino, Tullio Solenghi e Ornella Muti.

Sinossi:

Ricky e Alice conducono una vita disincantata tra le mille difficoltà del quotidiano, ma per la famiglia Rovati questo sarà un Natale fuori dal comune. La loro inaspettata partecipazione al seguitissimo reality Christmas Show li porterà a vivere situazioni travolgenti e l'arrivo del misterioso vicino di casa, l'affascinante Pierre, tornerà a far battere il cuore di Sofia. Un'entusiasmante commedia natalizia divisa tra reality e meraviglia del quotidiano.

Il film, prodotto da Pier Paolo Piastra, una co-produzione Viva Productions e Pama Film Productions, uscirà nelle sale il 17 novembre distribuito da Viva Productions in collaborazione con Altre Storie e Adler Entertainment.