[Congratulations, host! You have made a podium!]
Mr. Grant remained rooted in his seat at the viewing post, his sharp gaze fixed on the track as Luca's red-and-black Dallara roared across the finish line. A deafening cheer erupted from the grandstand, the energy washing over the arena like a tidal wave as the day's victor claimed his glory. Amid the roar of the crowd and the celebratory whoops from the Trampos crew, Mr. Grant found himself clapping fervently, pulled into the exhilarating current of the moment.
Luca's car now dominated every hazy, storm-gray screen, gliding effortlessly with the swagger of triumph. He raised a gloved hand from the cockpit, saluting the roaring sea of fans packed into the fog-laden 7th Stand. Their voices, a raucous symphony of adoration, echoed through the circuit.
"...and Max Addams takes P2, 13 seconds behind...!"
