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Do you mean the one that you spun out of

and finished facing the other way?

I think that corner had you.

That move was total suicide.

What if I hadn't braked?

- We'd have crashed.

- But we didn't, did we?

Thanks to your impeccable

survival instincts.

F*** you. What's your name?

James Simon Wallis Hunt.

Remember it, my little Jerry friend.

Jawohl. Remember ze name.

And it's very simple. Hunt.

It rhymes with...

...c*nt.

A word that happens

to describe you perfectly!

Who was that?

I've no idea.

He looks like a rat, doesn't he?

In my home town, Vienna,

my family is famous

for one thing - business.

My grandfather was a businessman,

my father, too.

So when they heard I wanted

to race cars for a living,

they had a few things to say.

Gut.

So if my family

wasn't going to help me,

I decided to risk everything

and take out a loan myself.

I found a Formula 1 team

with an okay car

and an owner who had run out of money

and was willing to accept my terms.

And so,

ladies and gentlemen,

I'm delighted to say

that the winner of the Guild of Motoring

Writers Award Driver of the Year...

is James Hunt.

Superb news!

- Well done, James.

- Superstar!

Fantastic!

- Well done. Congratulations.

- Thank you so much.

Yes!

Erm...

You know, my parents

always wanted me to be a doctor...

...or a stockbroker or something.

They gave me the first-class education,

but, well, that all went terribly wrong

and I ended up with you lot.

Thank you. I need it more than you do.

I mean, I have a hot head,

an inability to tolerate discipline.

- Yes!

- Very true.

I fall out with people left and right.

The only creatures I've ever really

loved or have treated honourably

are budgerigars.

So in any normal area of life I'd be...

or I am, a total liability.

The only thing I've got going for me

is I'm quick in a car.

So, thank you for this

and for acknowledging that.

I'm going to give it to my father

and tell him to put it

on the mantelpiece

and imagine it's a first-class degree

in medicine.

Well done, Superstar.

Another season like that

and I'll move you up to the big time.

Come on, you don't think I'm ready now?

You are. I'm not.

I've got to find you a car first.

Well, go on, then. Chop-chop.

Don't wait too long. You don't want him

to do what Lauda just did.

- Why? What did he do?

- Got himself a drive with BRM.

Well, how the hell did he do that?

He's a nobody.

He's never won a bloody thing.

Apparently, took out a loan

and bought his way in

with two million Austrian schillings.

Jesus.

Niki Lauda.

Here for pre-season testing. BRM?

Sign the release form.

I'll let them know you're here.

- Mr Stanley.

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