Because of what? Because of your accident？Niki, is that other people or is that you?
I won, okay?On the all-important day when it came down to it,we raced on equal terms, equally good cars.And I put my life on the line and I saw it through.
And you call that winning?
The risks were totally unacceptable.You were prepared to die.To me, that's losing.
Yes, I was. I admit it. I was prepared to die to beat you that day. And that's the effect you have on me. You'd pushed me that far. And it felt great! I mean, hell, isn't that what we're in this for？To stare death in the face and to cheat it? Come on, there's nobility in that. It's like being knights.
You English, you're such assholes.You know my position.20% risk.
No, Niki, don't bring the percentages into this.Don't be a pro.The minute you do that, you kill what's good about this.You kill the sport.
I will, Niki, I will.But I intend to enjoy myself first.Some of life needs to be for pleasure.What's the point of having a million cups, medals and planes if you don't have any fun?How is that winning?
Of course he didn't listen to me. For James, one world title was enough. He had proved what he needed to prove,to himself and anyone who doubted him.And two years later he retired.When I saw him next in London seven years later,me as champion again,him as broadcaster,he was barefoot on a bicycle, with a flat tyre.Still living each day like his last.When I heard he'd died aged 45, of a heart attack,I wasn't surprised.I was just sad.
People always think of us as rivals,but he was among the very few I liked,and even fewer that I respected.He remains the only person I envied.
就和开头那句as if each day is your last……啊，我爱他。