Then it starts to rain. Schumi weather. He drives like a gladiator, ignores contact with other cars, stays out two laps longer than planned before the decisive tire change. The tactics of Ross Brawn at the command post work out, after the stop Michael has a four-second lead with the F 2000. He will not give up this victory. It is his 43rd Grand Prix victory, and probably the most important one. Because he redeems Ferrari after 21 years without a title.
They don’t know what to do with their joy, as they slowly realize what they have achieved together – finally. The emotions explode. Ferrari team boss Jean Todt, the architect of the glorious Scuderia, runs towards the car still bearing the starting number three. The Frenchman kisses Michael’s helmet. The mechanics sing, Michael hugs each one of them. He throws chief mechanic Federico Bertazzo into the air with joy. On that celebratory evening in 2000, the relief dissolves into karaoke and sake. The huts in the amusement park around the track are party zones, no longer able to distinguish between friend and foe. At home in Maranello, Father Alberto Bernardoni rings the church bells in honor of Michael and Ferrari, three days in a row.