Well, here I am in the sweltering heat of Kuala Lumpur, trying to comprehend what it's like to take your first grand prix victory. Earlier in the press conference, I might have told a little lie when I said I didn't know exactly what I felt like. Believe me, when you're hot, sweating, ridiculously thirsty and you feel like you could crumple into a heap from exhaustion, it's difficult enough to say your own name. I wasn't lying when I said it'd take a couple of days for everything to sink in, but now I can at least begin to piece everything together, this whole crazy weekend. So I'll at least try and produce some sort of crude mock acceptance speech for you all :oP.
Everybody around me's been telling me that I've deserved to win a grand prix for so long, but the difference between people telling you you *deserve* to win a race and then actually doing it is unbelieveable, especially when it was so unexpected. I never imagined in my wildest dreams that I could win from seventh today, but there you go. Maybe a little bit of the unpredictability that used to be in Formula One could come back now - fingers crossed. And people can't ask me when I'm going to win my first race now, so that takes a little of the pressure off.
In contrast to all these thoughts whizzing around my head, everything just fitted together so well with the car and the package. The tyres were great, the pit stops were brilliant, everything seemed to work for me. I don't know what went wrong with David's car and the team aren't sure yet - just plain bad luck I suppose. But you win some, you lose some, and he was fabulous in Australia. And if we keep doing well between us it's all good for the team and the hard work they're putting in too.
Heh. On a lighter note, maybe Ron will get my name right now I've won a race. Don't get me wrong, Mika's a great friend, I just don't appreciate being muddled up with him ;o)
But really, to even finish a race like that, *everyone* deserves credit. Fernando Alonso especially. He looked so, so tired afterwards, he almost fell into Jarno's arms when he went up to give him a hug. I know he's been suffering with the flu and he told me he was gearshifting manually for the closing laps. I hope he gets the credit he deserves for the race weekend he's had. I hear ITV keep calling him 'Wonderboy' - I'll have to ask him whether he can teach me to make myself invisible from time to time.
I don't want a big fuss made of me. I've won a race now, I've got a job to do. I can't believe I got asked in the press conference by some starry-eyed journalist whether I could win the drivers' championship this season! I don't bloody well know, there's 14 more races left yet! But we're doing alright at the moment - all I can do is keep trying to win, especially when we get the new car when we go back to Europe, hopefully in about a month's time although the final date isn't set yet. Another one asked me whether I'd prefer Michael or Jacques Villeneuve for a team-mate - talk about silly questions! To be honest I didn't have a clue what he was on about so I just tried to politely ignore him by talking about David. David is a great team mate anyway - I don't see why I'd want anybody different if we're doing so well. One of the idioms I picked up living and racing in England a couple of years back was 'If it ain't broke, don't fix it.'
Now that, I understand.