My name is Andrea Iannone.
Motorcycle racer, in MotoGP.
I'm from Vasto, born in 1989.
I've got tattoos, rings. People think I'm a show-off.
But I've been giving them hell for years. To get here.
I started racing because Angelo was doing it. My brother.
Blood runs thick.
When we used to argue, my father would give us boxing gloves and lock us inside a room.
When the room grew silent he would open the door and put us in bed, exhausted.
My father believed in me.