‘When I won the MotoGP my team arranged a huge party – I went to bed instead’
Francesco Bagnaia was tense, stiff, and tight, like an old guitar string. His breathing was slow and ponderous, like every breath waded through treacle on […]
Francesco Bagnaia was tense, stiff, and tight, like an old guitar string. His breathing was slow and ponderous, like every breath waded through treacle on […] ‘When I won the MotoGP my team arranged a huge party – I went to bed instead’
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