there's something poetic about a 21 year old guy on the hunt for his first ever (but by his own standards, overdue) win in his career, holding off the seven-time world champion on the hunt for his record-breaking 100th.
there's something poetic about his clouded judgement, so close to the dream but paralysed by rain, adamant not to let go just yet.
there's something poetic about george russell checking in on his friend, knowing exactly what this feels like, having been there a year before in sakhir.
there's something poetic about lewis hamilton telling him he had the same doubts too, that he sees himself in him, that he's won 100 times but he relates to the thought process of someone considered a junior.
there's something poetic about these world champions saying he has so many wins ahead of him.
there's something poetic about the pain, the heartbreak, the dream snatched away within three laps.
he's shown flashes, if not storms of brilliance throughout this season and this was yet another time he's done that. this is a learning curve at the very least and i have zero doubt that he will come back stronger, wiser, and ever more confident than before.
it may take time, but we're lucky enough to sit back, wait, and watch it happen.
lando norris, this is just the beginning.
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