My Formula 1 System-Chapter 582: S3 Italian Grand Prix. 5

Chapter 582: S3 Italian Grand Prix. 5
Forty-five laps gone, and with a perfect grid launch after the restart, Luca snatched P4 from Ailbeart Moireach before the first turn, braking late but steady.
Ailbeart attempted an aggressive cutback, clipping the Mazerunner’s rear tire, an impact that nearly sent Luca into the sands.
"WOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH!"
Luckily, his spin was centered on the asphalt.
Traction bit down hard by Gripper as Luca corrected his Ferrari, though his pulse spiked with fury at his rival’s reckless move.
Curtly, Moireach surrendered the racing line to him, but that didn’t stop the English crowd in the stands from erupting.
They were mad that he let Luca Rennick steal the lead from him at such a critical stage of the race.
"...That was a nasty engagement between Moireach and Rennick! Both drivers going wheel-to-wheel with barely an inch to spare—contact at the rear, and somehow Luca keeps it steady..!"
"...That could’ve ended in disaster for either of them, but Rennick holds on, taking P4, behind the champion now!"
The world held its breath.
Every camera, every pair of eyes in the stands, and every fan behind a screen locked onto the two cars now seconds apart.
A duel between Luca Rennick and Antonio Luigi in the Italian Grand Prix of all races, would shatter the campaign and rewrite the story of the season.
Their fiery clash back in Saudi Arabia, which ended with both drivers walking out of a burning furnace, only amplified the anticipation rippling across the globe.
All season long, the two had traded victories and vengeance, but in this arrangement, Luca was the hunter and Luigi, the hunted.
[Analyzing Ferrari (Z24) and host’s distance from 3rd Position]
[You are 1.7 seconds away, host.]
There had been far too many scenarios of Luca attacking from this kind of position for Squadra Corse not to be concerned.
He was notorious for combining perfect timing and dangerous fidelity whenever his target was within sight.
This was one of his many renowned habits.
**Antonio, listen. Take the corners fast, but controlled**
**Luca’s careful through the apexes, likely managing his fuel. You can build space there; keep the momentum through exits, don’t defend too deep**
The team plotted accurately to scar Trampos Racing more.
Luigi, slower on pace yet with a faster car, was grateful for the vital update.
Any driver would be, as every piece of intel counted when the hunter behind wore red, with a dashboard name starting from "R."
But this time, Luigi was immensely grateful because of how precise the plan was to incapacitate Trampos’ powerhouse.
Even if it meant settling for P3 behind Damgaard and the unseemly Luis Dreyer, he was determined not to let the indulged Ferrari man slip past him in these closing laps.
But with the stakes so high and his entire race hanging by a thread, Luca couldn’t care less about what another driver thought—least of all Luigi, his stark opposite in temperament and style.
He had expected brake tests, defensive weaving, and corner chops from the reigning champion.
But instead, the W12 glided through the apexes as if it didn’t even acknowledge the Mazerunner being less than two seconds behind.
That was when Luca realized what Squadra Corse had plotted.
They weren’t defending outright; they were trapping him in a loop, letting him chase but never catch, luring him to waste his already fragile fuel until the chequered flag unfurled before he could actually make progress.
Luca saw through this and, in a surge of defiance, broke free from the yoke they tried to drape over him.
Just as much as Luca risked burning fuel through the corners, Luigi was walking the razor’s edge with tire wear as a super driver.
Safe on his tires, Luca instead gambled everything on the only resource he had left—fuel. He had already risked it all once, so why not go all in?
Squadra Corse were taken aback by his audacity as the scarlet Ferrari began snapping at Luigi’s exits, threatening to dive at every opening like a hound on scent.
"...Oh, so close! They almost touched at Turn 6! Rennick right on Luigi’s tail now! This is pure racing brilliance from both men...!"
"EVERYTHING DIDN’T WORK! THIS FUCKING STRATEGY YOU GIVE ME EVERY TIME! HE’S STILL HERE!"
Just moments after feeling grateful for the team’s strategy, Luigi’s gratitude curdled into bitterness because things didn’t go his way.
His engineers stayed composed, their voices calm despite the storm raging in the cockpit.
They understood the sting as Luca’s scarlet machine smoothly glided past, sealing a safe and clean overtake, considering how tense things looked.
"...Two laps to go, and Luca Rennick finds himself back in a podium position! What a comeback from him!"
00— Luis Dreyer
00— Jimmy Damgaard
P3— Luca Rennick ↑
P4— Antonio Luigi ↓
"...Rennick joins a fierce top three as Luigi dives right back in, desperate to reclaim that lost position!"
"...He’s low on fuel..."
"...He better be thinking about finishing this race rather than where he finishes it, because one miscalculation here could put the others in harm’s way...!"
"...It’s only two laps to go, and it looks like his fortune run might finally have met its end right here in Monza...!"
"...Up ahead, it’s a nerve-racking struggle for P1 between Jimmy Damgaard and Luis Dreyer—and Dreyer’s starting to lose focus in this electrifying atmosphere...!"
Luca’s overtake on Luigi was still sending shockwaves through the stands, the Italians barely able to process what they had just witnessed.
Driven wild by his audacity, they refused to quiet down even as the race thundered on.
But the atmosphere was also about fervor, too.
Half the crowd was rallying behind Velocità’s Jimmy Damgaard, urging him to snatch the final victory from Luis Dreyer, who, by every pre-race prediction, had no business leading this late into the Italian Grand Prix.
By the final lap, Luca felt his race slipping through his fingers as his system flashed a notification of imminent mechanical failure.
The message might as well have been a death sentence for his hopes of finishing strong.
A sharp headache pulsed behind his eyes, the strain of concentration and exhaustion closing in, but he forced himself to stay locked in.
Luigi was a second behind, so he couldn’t slip up, but it seemed his own car was ready to give up on him at the dying moment.