Leo Turini on Lewis Hamilton's sprint victory

      The Italian press is famous for its tendency to dramatize problems and exaggerate successes, describing both in an extremely emotional way, but this is quite typical of the southern temperament.

      Leo Turini, a highly respected representative of motorsport journalism in the Apennine Peninsula, understands this too, but believes that one should not restrain oneself in expressing feelings. Last Sunday he was very worried about the failure of Ferrari, his favorite team, but today he had a little celebration because Lewis Hamilton gave him hope.

      I never thought that at my age I would get up in the middle of the night to watch a sprint. But I had to – for the sake of Lewis Hamilton's Ferrari.

      "God save the King!" However, since we are in Shanghai, we need an amendment: "God save the Emperor!" OK, I agree, it was just a sprint.

      And actually, I'm writing these lines before the main qualifying of the weekend, so if McLaren wins it, I can imagine how the mood will change. But so far, Lewis has brought us so much joy that we already want to dedicate a whole novel to him.

      The Count of Monte Cristo stands for Ferrari. Neither he nor Scuderia had ever managed to win a sprint before. Of course, they will tell me that there are much more important events ahead, but so far everything is going great, and I want such moments to remain in my memory. So let's remember this one too.

      I agree, there is a problem with tire degradation, and it's a little easier for the one in the lead, but Lando Norris is solving some of his own problems. But I suggest we talk about it some other time.

      As for Leclair, so far he deserves only a wooden cup. But we'll talk about Charles another time, too. And now I want to start an old Bruce Springsteen song about dreams and hopes, where there are lines like this:

      Leave behind your sorrows

      Let this day be the last

      Tomorrow there’ll be sunshine

      And all this darkness past.

      ("Leave the sorrows in the past,

      Let it be the last such day,

      And tomorrow the sun will come out,

      And all this darkness will pass").