You're Lewis best friend and always,always, come to watch his races. Currently, you're sitting in the front row by the goal, screaming at the top of your lungs. Lewis is on the second place, but quickly catching up to the first place. He makes it last second, winning the race.

After the awards ceremony, he walks up to you with a big grin and the trophy. You put your arm around his shoulders. "That was a race, man. You were great!" Lewis chuckles. "Thanks. The way you were cheering me on, I had to win."