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The car is ready, the team is fired up, and I can't wait to get back on track. 2026 is going to be special. New regulations, new challenges, and all to play for. Let's go! 🏁

The book is finished.

Advanced copies went out this week to a small group of people. Richard and I (I mean, Richard mostly) spent eighteen months on this and I think what came together is something neither of us expected. It's not really about me. It's about the people who made me. The ones in the paddock, the ones at home, the ones who aren't here anymore.

More details very soon. I hope you'll read it.

You'll have to wait until Melbourne to see the final deisgn, but here is a peak at wat the 2026 lid will look like! Gold, dark grey, and streaks of silver. Designed with the legendary Jens Munser. What do you think?

Three productive days in Barcelona. Alexander completed 187 laps without issue. The SF-26 is looking strong heading into Bahrain.

Something a bit different. For the last eighteen months, the journalist Richard Townsend has been embedded in my world. At the track, at home, in the quiet moments between the noise. The result is a book: *The Quiet Storm*.

This isn't a stats book or a season review. Richard wanted to tell the human story. The spaces between the races. I wasn't sure at first. Opening your life up like that requires a kind of trust I don't give easily. But Richard earned it. Page by page, conversation by conversation.

The book will be published next year. More details coming soon. For now, I hope you'll read it. And I hope the person you find in those pages is someone worth knowing.

The helmet's off, the overalls are packed away, and for the first time in ten months I can take a breath without thinking about lap times.

Thank you for this season. For the messages after the tough weekends. For the noise in the grandstands. For believing in and being a part #57.

This year taught me something about balance. About investing in things beyond the cockpit. The Foundation, the people I care about, the life that exists between Sundays. I'm still learning. Probably always will be.

My heartfelt thanks to everyone at Ferrari for making my dreams come true a second time. I can never convey the amount of perspiration and brainpower that goes into a season like this. The dedication of you all is our greatest strength.

To McLaren, to Oscar and Lando. You fought a brilliant season. You're all a class act and I loved every minute of racing you.

Rest well. Be good to each other. I'll see you in 2026.

Two-time World Champion.

I need a minute. I need several minutes, honestly. Right now I'm sitting in the driver room in the motorhome and my hands are still shaking. This is supposed to be a video for you lot, so let me try.

Eight wins this season. Against a McLaren that was faster on pure pace for most of the year. Every single point fought for. This championship was not given. It was taken. Corner by corner, lap by lap, race by race. This team. Ricci, the engineers, the mechanics, the strategists, Fred. We never stopped believing, never stopped pushing.

Lewis was incredible all season. To compete alongside one of the greatest of all time and push each other to be better every single weekend. That's a privilege I will never take for granted.

To the tifosi. To the fans everywhere. To Amy, Adamo, Claudia. To everyone at the Bridge Foundation. Thank you for being on this incredible journey with me. I owe you all so much.

And to Mum and Dad. I hope you saw it. I think you did.

I should talk about the race. The race was good. Great, actually. The car was alive in the cool conditions and we managed the hard tyre beautifully in the second stint. But I'm not going to talk about the race.

I need to talk about Terry Crews.

For those who don't know, in Vegas they drive you from parc fermé to the podium in a car. This year, Terry Crews was driving the convertible. I'm sitting in the back, helmet off, still processing the race, heart rate probably still at 150, and this enormous man turns around, looks me dead in the eyes, and starts singing "A Thousand Miles." Full commitment. The Vanessa Carlton. The White Chicks scene. Everything.

Oscar was in the passenger seat absolutely losing it. I don't think I have ever laughed that hard immediately after a race in my entire career. I went from championship-deciding intensity to crying with laughter in about forty-five seconds. I didn't even know that was physiologically possible.

Terry, if you're reading this, you are an absolute legend and I will never recover from that moment. Please never change.

Right, the race. P1. Championship is close. Four to go. Focus.

P8! Amal al-Mansouri at the CIK-FIA European Karting Championship in Genk.

Her first international competition, funded by The Bridge Foundation. Top ten on her debut against the best young drivers in Europe. Alexander couldn't be there in person but watched every session and was on the phone to her within seconds of the chequered flag.

We're so proud of this one.

Two Brits in Texas. Alexander and Lewis out in Austin the night before the race. Something about these two away from the track. Two very serious people become suddenly very unserious!

Maranello's most popular visitor. Enzo has full run of the factory at this point. The security team pretend to check his badge every time.

The sea of red. Monza, moments after the chequered flag.

Monza. There is nowhere else like it.

I could hear them from the cockpit. Through the helmet, through the engine, through everything, I could hear and see the tifosi at Parabolica, standing on seats, waving flags. When you cross the line here in a Ferrari, the world shrinks to just that sound.

Tough race. Oscar pushed me the entire second stint and there were moments where I thought the tyre advantage was gone. But the car was alive under braking into the first chicane and that's where I kept the gap. Three tenths here, two tenths there. Corner by corner.

Third victory at this circuit. Each one different. Each one impossible to compare. This one felt like it belonged to everyone who makes Maranello what it is. The engineers pulling all-nighters, the mechanics who rebuilt my floor after FP3, the tifosi who travel from all over Italy. Your passion fuels this team. Grazie, Monza. Sempre nel cuore.

August light in the hills above Maranello. A break away from the cockpit for Alexander. Good food, great wine, the best company.

Silverstone, Sunday evening. The little moments that mean everything.

What a race. What an absolutely mad race.

Qualifying was decent. P4, which on a dry track at Silverstone isn't where you want to be when McLaren have that kind of pace. Then the rain came. When those first drops hit at the end of the formation lap, most of the grid was screaming for inters. Ricci and I talked about it. The data said it was a passing shower. The sky said otherwise. I said we stay out.

Lap 12, I nearly lost it at Copse. The rear stepped out and for about half a second I genuinely thought the race was done. Caught it on opposite lock, but I'd dropped well outside the points. At that point, I think the whole paddock thought I'd made the wrong call.

But the rain stopped. And when it did, I was on slick tyres coming alive while everyone ahead was destroying their intermediates on a drying track. Fought back through the field, overtake after overtake, and brought it home P3. Could I have had more? Maybe. But a podium from where we were in those wet laps. I'm proud of that drive.

To stand on the podium at Silverstone as champion... I grew up in Hertfordshire, not far from here. This place has been part of my life since before I can remember. It means everything. Every single thing.

Thank you to this crowd. They never stopped believing. Neither did I.

First official coaching day with The Bridge Foundation at Autodromo di Modena. Spent the morning working with six young drivers from across Europe and the Middle East. The talent in this group is extraordinary. Raw, hungry, and fearless. Exactly what this sport needs.

Special mention to Amal, our first mentee from Qatar, who took three tenths off her personal best today. Corner by corner.

Imola. Every time I come here, it hits differently. This is where it started for me in F1. My first full-season win back in '21. To take the chequered flag here again, wearing the helmet with those handprints... I don't have the words, honestly.

The race itself was all about tyre management. McLaren had the pace in qualifying but we knew our long-run speed was there. Undercut into the lead at the first stop, then it was about making the hards last. Ricci was perfect on the radio. Just the right amount of information at the right moments. The last five laps, with the tifosi going mad in the grandstands, there's no feeling like it.

Four years since my first win here. A world apart in some ways, exactly the same in others. This track will always be special.

Incredible afternoon in Maranello with the tifosi. A few thousand fans at the factory to celebrate a strong opening to the season. One win and four podiums from five rounds, all against a very quick McLaren. Also got to reveal the special Imola helmet, designed with handprints from the children at the local hospital. Every time I put it on, I'll carry their spirit with me on track.

That qualifying lap. I still don't quite know where it came from. Pole by a hundredth from Piastri.

The race was a different story. Oscar got us on the undercut at the first stop and I just couldn't find a way back past. The pace was there in clean air but following through that middle sector, the rear wouldn't stay with me. P2 from pole is solid points but when you're standing on that second step knowing you had the fastest car over one lap... that stings a bit. Lessons to take away. We go again.

P2 in Bahrain. Frustrating. I genuinely believe the win was there today. The pace in the first stint was strong, really strong, and I was managing the gap well. But we pitted a lap too late and that undercut from Piastri was decisive. It's one of those calls where a lap either way and we're celebrating. But that's racing. The team knows, I know. We'll debrief hard and come back stronger next week in Jeddah.

First win of the season. Finally. I felt it had been coming, but to get it done at Suzuka of all places makes it that bit sweeter.

The race was about discipline. Oscar and Lando were quicker in the straights and I knew they'd have chances, especially into the chicane. But we managed the gaps, looked after the tyres, and the team called the strategy perfectly.

Numbers on the board. That matters a lot for us as a team right now. The McLaren is clearly the quicker package this year, so when opportunities come, you have to take them. Today we took it. A few more Sundays like that, please.

Something I've been working on quietly for a few months now. Today I'm proud to announce The Bridge Foundation. The foundation is an initiative to find and support talented young racing drivers from disadvantaged backgrounds who lack the financial runway to prove themselves.

I know what this sport gave me. Ferrari believed in a kid from Hertfordshire and changed my life. But I also know how many talented drivers never get that chance because of circumstances entirely beyond their control.

The Bridge Foundation isn't just about writing cheques, it's about access. Access to equipment, coaching, knowledge, and the belief that someone sees your potential. I believe there are champions out there who will never stand on a podium because of circumstances beyond their control. If we can change that for even a few of them, that's a legacy worth building.

More details to come. This is just the beginning.

Thursday in Melbourne. Espresso in hand, laser focus already locked in. The title defence starts here.

First laps in the SF-25 at Sakhir. Alexander completed 147 laps across three days. Focused, fast, and already pushing the limits. 2025 looks beautiful already.

The number stays 57. But the target is very much number one. The SF-25 is ready, Lewis is across the garage wearing red, and the weight of what comes next has never felt heavier. That's exactly where I want to be. Defending this championship will ask everything of me, and I've never been more ready. See you in Bahrain.

So, this is new. Welcome to my corner of the internet.

I've never been great at the social media thing but I wanted a space that felt like mine. Somewhere to share things properly. A site that I would want as a fan. So, let's give this a go!

You'll find race debriefs here, behind-the-scenes moments from Lena, updates on things I care about beyond the cockpit. No algorithms, no comment sections. Just the stuff I actually want to share with you.

Thank you for being here. Thank you for supporting #57. Whether you've been with me since the karting days or you're just finding out who I am, welcome.

Alex