As Fatih calmly recited the national anthem that was playing on the speakers while he stood on the top of the podium, a smile never left his face. He felt like an addict finally getting his fix after weeks of being kept away from it.
He had missed it very much for the past three months, but now that it had finally ended, he fully enjoyed himself without any worry.
Once the national anthem finished playing, they received their trophies according to their finishing positions, with Fatih receiving his last. People cheered and clapped for him when he raised his trophy, as a large number of them were either his fans or were celebrating his dominance for the whole weekend on a wet track. He showed his superior control of a kart in full wet conditions, where he was on pace with or sometimes even faster than the KZ karts, which were a category higher than his current one, from the pure on-the-limit driving he had been showing them.
