On Sportweek the story of a weekend next to the Aprilia pilot, from Thursday to the Sunday race. Between jokes, team games and an intercom … very hot
The Bez does not move from the box. For four days he lives there, he lives it. And in a sense it plasma. Without proclamations, with the presence, even with the example. This is the story of a race weekend experienced with him. The chronicle of a Grand Prix, in this case that of Hungary. One to represent them all, the reality of all time, the life of the pilot. It is the diary of a race that becomes a portrait of a character in his unique way, in a certain sense of other times. Marco Bezzecchi is the transposition in today’s GPs of a more heroic motorcycling. This is however direct, concrete, bread to bread. Better, you like it. Romagna but without one of those who, according to Paolo Cevoli, are the essential canons of ‘Romagna’: cumshot.