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The Italian Job

Probably Ferrari would have thought that McLaren would crack under pressure from the events that lead to the showdown in Paris on Sept 13. But the Tifosi's got the shock of their lives when we did a 1-2. And the sweetest thing is, regardless of what happens on Thursday, McLaren in records and live on the circuit pulled the greatest Italian job this weekend in Monza. And thats enough for any fan of McLaren because we know now the only way Ferrari could ever win the constructors or drivers tittle is either on papers at the WMSC meeting or in the courts. Fuck you all Tifosi's! A classic case of Ferrari chickening out in the circuit and trying to get other hardworking teams into trouble when they're not winning.
Bye bye 'Ferrari world title'.


We will wait for Sept 13


Keshi said…
goshh LOL!

Karthi said…
Yen indha Kovam?

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