Because this is Imola...
one of the most dangerous tracks on Earth.
It's narrow, fast and ringed with unforgiving walls and trees.
Nick Heidfeld, Giancarlo Fisichella Kimi Räikkönen...
At some point in history, every corner here has claimed the ego of a big name.
And some corners have claimed even more than that.
After Senna's death in 1994,
changes were made to the track to slow the cars down,
but even so, if we were going to beat that Ferrari,
we would still be going through the first bend
at nearly 200 miles an hour.
So, that night, each of us spent a little time alone with the cars we'd be using.
You are Juventus.
And tomorrow, you're taking on Woking Town and Leicester City.
And everybody in England
is going to want them to win, because they're the underdogs.
But don't you worry.
We haven't won a single challenge yet,
but tomorrow... that will change.
You're not going into battle armed with sophisticated computer wizardry,
clever suspension, four-wheel drive. You're just going in with an engine...
doing it the old-fashioned way.
Underdog or not, I know you've got it in you now.
I'd love us to win.
Just remember, as we're going round and you're despairing
of my terrible gear changes and my bad apexes and things,
you're made by McLaren. You've got the best race pedigree of all these cars.
You've got clever suspension. You've got no roll bars. You've got a computer.
You can brake the wheel for me. You can virtually do it by yourself.
All you have to do is humour me a bit and remember that I'm Captain Slow.
Or Mr Slowly, as the Italians call me.
The next morning, we ventured onto this terrifying track
to try and beat The Stig's 1.56.6.
God, this is quick!
Oh, my giddy aunt!
I'm off the road!
I'm on it again!
My God, I'm faster here.
This is outrageous. [bleep]
Now, faster than you think. Don't be a wimp.
A bit of wee may be coming out!
Don't brake too early. Don't brake too early. Now!
Better.
Unusually, we were all taking this challenge very seriously.
-A 5.4 to a 4.9. -Oh, no. I'm still on 2.07.
But we knew we'd have to try even harder if we were going to beat that Ferrari.
Right, come on, May, you blithering idiot. Avanti.
Good!
In... Braking down. [bleep]
Get cocky!
The track will be there. Keep it in!
Yes!
I'm going a bit mental here now.
Brake... Oh, that's messy.
I'm going to go for 5th. I'm going to take as much through here as I bloody dare.
Oh! [bleep]
Come on!
290...
Okay, brakes have gone. Whoa. Failure from the brakes.
After my brakes had cooled and Hammond had emptied his car of gravel,
we went back out for one final attempt to beat the 458.
And the Lambo is unleashed! Here we go! Come on!
Okay, this is it. I'm doing this one for Leicester!
Right, beans!
That's it!
Blah-blah-blah-blah!
And now brake!
I've done the difficult bit!
It will go round. It will... Come on!
And brake...
And back on the power as soon as you can. Now! Now! Power!
Stay right, stay right, stay right! Stay right, now!
Stretch it, stretch it! Come on!
Come on! Come on!
You can do it! Come on!
-That looked as scary as it was. -Yeah, it was scary.
It's that palpable sense of, "Oh, my God!"
Because I have to say, as you go past the pits, the track is not straight.
It's a curve and you daren't lift off, 'cause the crews,
they can hear the engine note change, so you have to keep your foot hard down.
-It was terrifying. -It is 200 and...?
-Over 200. -All three of us doing over 200.
That's faster than a Formula 1 car was going through there.
They could only do about 180.
I don't know, 'cause I had my eyes shut. It was terrifying.
Anyway, it is time now to reveal who was the fastest of the three of us.
-Richard Hammond? -I did it in 2 minutes and 3.3 seconds.
-That's the best I could do. -Mr Slowly?
Two minutes 6.4.
-Yes! -And you?
It's so difficult not to look smug at this point.
Oh, God!
-It's not working. -One... 59.1.
Well done.
You're not pulling it off.
-It's not working. -It isn't. No, I'll forget it.