Losing composure is pointless.
If I didn’t even stand a chance of winning races and competing for the title, I don’t think I would be that interested in continuing my career.
Everyone is replaceable, including me.
I will do everything I can to bring the number one to Ferrari. The whole team and all the fans deserve it.
If you do things to the limit, and don’t purposely go over that limit, then I think it’s fine to do whatever you want. So long as you enjoy it. That’s what’s important.
I don’t feel like promising big things to my fans. I’m not thinking about victory at all. I’ll do my best to get on the podium at least, although I must admit I feel fairly pessimistic.
First, you have to finish.
In football, I need full concentration even though I really enjoy it.
I retired simply because I didn’t have the passion and motivation anymore; I was tired. At the time I thought, ‘Well, I had a great time, there is the end.’ At some moment, there is the right time to call it an end.
I hate to take compromises with a racing car. The more standard a car is, the more compromises you have to take.
Somehow I have managed to delay looking old. In reality I have good genes.
I have really enjoyed my time at Ferrari, not just because of the successes.
I like working in a team, and at Ferrari there is always good cooperation.
I like to share my life, and spend time with someone I love. That has worked 100 per cent with my wife.
I didn’t have statistics in my mind when I was racing. It was always a consequence – a nice consequence. I enjoyed it, but it wasn’t the reason I was racing.
Let’s put it this way, I like number seven.
I just want to be known as a very normal person and be treated as that and be able to walk down the street like anyone else.
I know what I am, and what I have to do in my profession, so I can handle the pressure. It’s the way I think.
My kids are not known, and I think that is very important. So far they have lived a normal life, and will continue to do so. I feel they should have the possibility to live a free life without the burden of fame I have created.
People get excited around me and behave differently than they would normally. I don’t feel different from anyone else, except that I drive a racing car round in circles faster than somebody else.
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