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MCLAREN EXTENDS PIASTRI
AUSTRALIAN GRAND PRIX SETS TO DELIVER. PRACTICE SESSIONS CLOSE THE GAP BETWEEN TOP CONTENDERS. WHO WILL SUCCEED?
LEWIS HAMILTON: THE STORY IN RED
LANDO NORRIS TAKES POLE POSITION. HOME GROWN HERO TAKES SECOND. A MCLAREN FRONT ROW LOCK OUT. A SHOWDOWN TO REMEMBER.
LANDO / OSCAR
LN:
I didn't actually mean to destroy your pole today
OP:
I know. It's all sweet. If you were any type of friend, you'd let me by tomorrow ;)
LN:
Sweet talking gets you no where, Piastri
OP:
Damn it. I had to try.
LN:
Reckon we'll win tomorrow?
OP:
If we don't both lose it at the start. Clean racing, yeah?
LN:
Yeah of course dude,
Clean racing
OP:
Okay. If I bottle it, or lose spots. Win for me
LN:
Melbourne wants you to win. You're so close, dude.
I'd give it to you if it was easy
OP:
I know. I wouldn't want another gifted win anyway. Don't think either of us could handle that.
LN:
Possibly. It's only the beginning of the season.
Anything is possible.
OP:
I know.
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OP:
Hey Lando?
LN:
Hey Osc. What's up?
OP:
I didn't get to see you before you disappeared.
Congratulations man. A job well done
LN:
Should've been you up there with me, man
OP:
Yeah I'm- yeah
LN:
In your head about it?
OP:
Im definitely not doing my best rn
LN:
Need some company?
We can watch a movie or something.
OP:
No, Lan. You won
Enjoy it. Celebrate it.
LN:
Not a race I want to celebrate.
A guy I know is from here. He was right in my rear-view until he hit some water. I've decided to not celebrate this win. It's for him, you know because he's a good teammate. He'd do it for me.
OP:
Thank you.
LN:
Any time
ALEX / CARLOS
CS:
ALEXXXXXX
AA:
CARLOSSSSSSS
CS:
YOU DID IT YOU MUTHAFUCKA
WELL DONE
AA:
Thanks mate. working with you has improved me dramatically..
CS:
No way am I taking credit for this.
You worked hard my man.
YOU GOT POINTS.
Im very proud.
AA:
You are too humble. Thanks Carlos, means a hell of a lot from you.
CS:
xx