Wow Kai...you have summed up my thoughts beautifully
My story.Before Michael my rainy Sundays were filled with trying to change the channel without Dad knowing...it never worked. Dad would open one eye - 'OI I'm watching that race!'...I knew the likes of Senna, Prost and Mansell & when a new name came on the scene I sat up and took notice.
Wow
Shumacker he has a
turquoise car, number 5. I demanded we watch the next race at stupid o'clock and the rest is history. Dad never slept through another race again...all those early mornings he would grimace at the wide eyed monster he had created.
He would scoop me up when Michael lost...Japan 1994 I howled into my pillow when he told me the aggragate times...he would high 5 when Michael won & we were a team.
Japan 1995 I stayed awake so I could be the first to tell him 'OMG Damon went off!'...
'Shush Rach'...'But DC went off aswell - twice no less!'...
'Why dont you just tell me who won?'Silverstone three years later I was incredibly sun burnt and thought the man masquerading as Michael was a mirage. He was narrow & short and I thought 'ok who are and
what have you done with my Michael?'It was my Michael and I stared in complete disbelief, only managing to half-shriek 'I love you!!!'...head and heart did not work together. He winked at me and walked off to his security guards then disappeared on his motorbike.
Japan that year I curled into a small ball in front of the TV when Michael stalled and Dad moved me onto the sofa. I cried myself to sleep after Michael's puncture.
Silverstone 1999 was a blur. I didnt watch the start back then. I would run in to the kitchen when Michael had lined up on the grid and sing the Italian National Anthem very loudly. I returned and said 'Is he Ok?'...Dad's face fell. He shut me out of the room and told me Michael had crashed...I wrestled him into the living room and fell to my knees at the TV...no movement...heavy impact and I felt I'd fallen down a well.
Mum moved me onto the sofa and offered up the reassuring words...'oh he's ok...just a broken leg'...no mum it'll never be ok.
Japan again! This time 2000..'but he's pit early Dad'...'don't worry Rach they know what they're doing'...Michael emerged the champion and I cried my eyes out...finally a Ferrari World Champion!
2003 was the year that sealed it for me as a Michael fan. I was close to quitting my law degree and the day before my final exams Michael won the Canadian GP. I can't begin to describe the feeling...floating on air and NEVER GIVE UP! He was hounded to the line and won despite not having the best car. I passed my degree and have always accredited Michael with the pass
I went for my first proper job interview on the back on Michael winning San Marino 2006. It gave me the confidence and spring in my step to get the job.
Monza 2006...Mum had heard about Alonso in the advert break and had seen me holding a coffee. 'Rach...ermm put your cup on the side for safe keeeping yeah?'..I exploded after Alonso DNF'd...then as Michael hugged his team it started to become obvious.
'He's saying goodbye..isnt he Dad?'..Dad just hugged me and said 'we've won Rach'.
I never thought Michael would come back. I'm glad he did and I'm glad for every moment I had that I never thought would happen.
From dead last in his last race to 7th...thank you Michael for the last 18 years and 8 months...you've given me hope when I wanted to give up & happiness throughout my darkest days. Goodbye 7 times World Champ...I love you.
Think I'm gonna go phone Dad now
