It was the day of his teams home race and the last lap. His team descided to do a risky one stop strategy. Piastri was gaining and gaining but eventually he hits the checkered flag as winner of the Italian Grand prix. I burst out crying of happiness and start celebrating waiting for my boyfriend to come back to the pit lane so I could hug him and celebrate with him. The whole team gets ready to go to the podium spots in the grid and me and his brother Arthur head to the front.