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lewis hamilton is interviewed on media day, spain - may 10, 2007
📷 paul gilham / getty
#lewis hamilton#f1#formula 1#spanish gp 2007#flashback fic ref#flashback fic ref 2007#spain#spain 2007#spain 2007 thursday
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bmw sauber reserve driver sebastian vettel in the paddock on media day, spain - may 10, 2007
📷 gareth bumstead / motorsport images
#sebastian vettel#f1#formula 1#spanish gp 2007#flashback fic ref#flashback fic ref 2007#spain#spain 2007#spain 2007 thursday#not a race#2007 not a race#between italy and germany 2007#(note to self: refers to the formula renault 3.5 season)
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barcelona, spain // may 13, 2007
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Sebastian Vettel- Barcelona, 2007 -
📸: miguelcostajr_racepics
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Checo helped him so much last year and now Max can't give him a petty position to get him 2nd in the championship
#brazilian gp 2022#interlagos#checo perez#max verstappen#red bull f1#It's kinda true#Sorry I'm Spanish so I have to side with checo in this one#It gives me vibes of Hamilton-Alonso 2007 but without the championship at stake
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time to rock and roll || fa14 fic (1)
THE BREAKUP AND MAKEUP DUOLOGY — PART ONE
“when will you learn? i’m the queen and i’ll put you in your place.”
Summary: It was 2007, and Fernando Alonso had to learn the hard way that his ego and pride were getting in the way of the love that he built up with the recently-retired professional wrestler Trish Staedtlander. OR the 2007 Canadian GP left Trish no choice but to put on a brave face and show nothing but indifference. It’s safe to say that Fernando’s pride was immediately humbled by her words and impassive expressions as he begged her to come back.
Content warning: 2007 McLaren driver!Fernando, mentions the spygate scandal, exes-to-lovers trope(ish), use of explicit language, poorly Apple-translated Spanish dialogues, platonic!Lewis Hamilton x OFC, brief Jenson Button x OFC content, mentions brief alcohol consumption, jealous!Fernando, 6300+ words of nonsense.
Note: I cannot believe I have returned to my Nando fucker phase. Enjoy xx
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“¡Si así es como funciona, entonces me voy! Feliz jodido aniversario para ti.” If this is how it works, then I’m leaving! Happy fucking anniversary to you.
“Vuelve, Trisha,” Come back, Trisha. Fernando sighed exasperatedly.
“No, Fernando,” Beatrice Staedtlander was a force to be reckoned with. With enough time and money, she could do whatever with her life— yet she had chosen him. She expressed her feelings towards travelling with him, telling him that out of those 52 weekends of a year, she only had him for less than a half.
He wasn’t keen on the idea of taking her to every race. The worst part about this was that he decided to turn her down at their second anniversary— three weeks or so after she initially proposed the idea of being around him more often through a call.
Was it because of the grid girls? She asked herself. Because she was certain that she could take it. She fought against the most attractive women in the wrestling industry before, hell she was declared the poster girl for all of them. She definitely had no problem— knowing that she was the one that the Fernando Alonso would come home to.
She tried to explain to him that she was fine with any kind of issues that may come as they travel. She could adjust for him. But that wasn’t why he kept rejecting her.
He could have simply said that he didn't want to be angry at her if he had lost. It was much better to cool off on the flight back to Canada instead of having her witness him in the worst way possible. He could have said all of that, but all he said was that he didn’t want any distraction.
Was that what he really thought of her? All those times she had been with him and he’d be reading something while she spoke… is she just a distraction? Seventeen weekends to compete and another twenty to prepare for the season and all she was to him was something to fill up his schedule?
She really shouldn’t have flown to England for this. She could have just left him working at the McLaren headquarters for his break until the next race.
“I’m going home,” she told him firmly, her voice shaky as she stood there. Her hand gripped the handle of her suitcase as she spewed out, “17 weekends are what I always miss, Fernando, and twenty of those you’re always working or out— so if I’m just a distraction then I’ll make sure to make the rest of your 15 weeks as peaceful as they can be. I don’t want to see you so please don’t come to my house.”
She slammed the door on him and left as soon as she hailed a cab— it took her three minutes to do all of that. Yet it took Fernando five minutes to catch up with her but she was nowhere close to him. She wasn’t in the lobby nor outside waiting for a taxi.
She already left.
“I shouldn’t have retired early.” “You had a bad injury last year, you had to retire early.”
“How do I unlearn Spanish?” “Don’t speak it.”
“Seriously, I really would just like to stay at home and not be here,” Trish whined, playing with the ice on her empty glass. “I’m not fully miserable, guys. Why am I having some sort of intervention?”
“Psh,” Amy scoffed. “I just watched you eat a pint of Ben and Jerry’s for an hour straight while you’re watching Dirty Dancing. It’s been exactly what— seven weeks since you broke up with him. You need the intervention, trust me.”
“I think it’s very brave of you to break up with him,” Jay told her with a slight shrug. Of course he would say that— they’ve dated for three months and Jay constantly flirted with her even after she began seeing Fernando. “Look, maybe if you try to attend the Grand Prix tomorrow you’ll have some sort of closure. You’ll see his face and realize that you deserve better than someone who only cares for you if it’s convenient.”
“I’m not going to fucking go— thank you,” Trish nodded at the server who walked away after giving her the second glass of rum and coke. Sipping on it, she found herself being stared at by her best friends. “I don’t even know why I decided to go to Montreal of all places! I could have gone to Banff for a vacation instead.”
“Because there’s a part of you that wants to support him,” Amy said. “He sent those passes to you in hopes that maybe you’ll watch him race.”
“Tried telling him that before,” Trish huffed out petulantly, “look where that got me.”
“He probably didn’t mean it,” Jay tried to reason out, leaving the blonde to glare at him. She had heard that pathetic excuse before, and she wasn’t about to hear that when defending what she thought was the love of her life. Jay caught the look in her face and grimaced, “Okay, poor excuse, sorry— but maybe there are some things that he hadn’t said?”
“Did he ring you or something?” Beatrice raised a brow.
Jay shook his head slightly, “No, but you’ve seen the man. Does he look like the type to ditch you because he’s looking for something new or something?”
“Yes,” Amy and Trish answered, both looking at the only man at the table.
Amy looked at Trish, “But Trish, come on, how bad could it be? We only have two days to watch— the chances of seeing him may be slim. Plus, we can pull some strings from Stephanie and maybe get some extra privileges that come with the pass?”
“I do like the sound of that,” Jay nodded. “Talk to the McMahons. Probably find a way to get out of the McLaren area?”
“Yeah, I’ll call Steph or something. If not, I'm sure Shane would be generous enough to get us some other paddock passes,” Amy stood up and reached for her phone, flipping it open to contact their former employer’s daughter. She walked away from their booth.
Trish sighed and realized that her drink was empty.
“She’s not calling Shane right? Like my ex, son of my boss Shane just so I can see my other ex race?” Trish asked Jay with a ridiculing face, leaving the other Canadian to shrug his shoulders.
She wished she hadn’t gone to Montreal because she could feel his presence regardless of which part of the city he was in. Those weeks of being alone were hellish, if you were to ask them.
Everyone had taken notice of the model-turned-wrestler-turned-legend when she, alongside her former coworkers, arriving at the Circuit Gilles Villeneuve.
It was surprising, to say the least; she assumed that with what she was wearing - a low rise jeans with her custom buckled belt and some tight white tees - she wouldn’t have stuck out. She wasn’t sure if it was the buckle that caught everyone’s attention - or maybe it was the cowboy hat that she wore in the colour of McLaren. But everyone saw her and had taken photos left and right.
Jay and Amy had also signed some things — seeing as the three of them were to become legends of WWE. They’ve gone around the grid and talked to people. Team principals were rather glad to see the three of them, telling the trio that they made a good impression as professional wrestlers during the Attitude Era.
The three tried to cut the conversations short, not wanting to withhold the staff’s attention to their own racing teams.
Trish dreaded going to the McLaren area, not wanting to see her lover, Fernando, and feeling like she was imposing once more. Like he said, she was just a distraction… so she saw no reason why she should see his team before the qualifying. Her feet were backing off and she was ready to walk away.
She would have gone had it been for a young Lewis Hamilton who caught a glimpse of the Canadian wrestler. He was quick to reach out to her.
“H- Miss Stratus!” He greeted her, nervousness written all over his face but he smiled nonetheless. “Pleasure to meet you, ma’am. My name is Lewis Hamilton.”
Trish quickly recognized the name, “Ah yes! It is very nice to meet you, Hamilton. You’re extremely impressive you know? I’ve watched the races from the television and you’ve got a lot of potential. It’s too bad I’ve never seen you race in person ‘til now.”
“That’s a lot of compliment coming from you,” Lewis chuckled meekly, “and you’re the one to talk. You’ve been an amazing wrestler and character during your active years. Some may think that your championships were nothing but a joke but I think they were rather fitting for your character.”
“Yeah, well,” she shrugged, “when someone tries to bring you down, it’s just easier for you to either ignore them or eat up the attention.”
“And you chose the latter,” Lewis laughed.
“And I chose the latter,” Trish nodded. “As much as I’d like to keep talking I think I’m gonna have to cut the conversation short. I'd hate to impose and distract you—“
“Nonsense!” Lewis insisted, “Alonso’s been looking for you since we arrived a few days ago. I think he was worried you weren’t coming this weekend—“
“What?” Trish interfered, disbelief written in her face as she tried to comprehend what was just said.
Fernando’s looking for her and he’s scared she wouldn’t come.
Her lover had always been confident, some people thought of his personality as something more boastful and egotistical. She always loved that he could get self-assured at times, and that he would often infect her with the same energy until she was at the same level of confidence as him.
But even his fears could get irrational.
Sure, the breakup became the talk of the month or whatever (so far there had been ten magazines that had written about it), but not once did he allow any personal problem to get in the way of his racing. Whatever happened in the tracks, he’d make sure to address it, but he would never jeopardize his race just because he had an argument with his parents prior to the competition.
So his fear of her not being there? Trish was sure that he wouldn’t allow that to get in the way of his world drivers’ championship.
“Yeah, really,” Lewis nodded in confirmation. “I know he had flown out his mother from Spain too, seeing as this was your country and all. Mrs. Alonso keeps telling me that Fernando’s been keeping you from her so she just decided to come here for you.”
Okay, maybe there was a reason why he was scared. But they’ve broken up, have they not? It’s been nearly two months, why hadn’t he told Mrs. Alonso about their breakup? Perhaps she found out already, she probably just wanted to see Trish and possibly bitch-slap the Canadian. Maybe.
“Right,” Trish nodded. “I’ll see him around eventually. Maybe you can let her know I’m here? I’ve got to get back to my friends before the qualifying.”
“No problem, Miss Stratus!” Lewis grinned.
“Beatrice,” Trish told him, “call me Beatrice or Trish. Miss Stratus makes it sound like I’m old or something.”
“Alright… Trish,” Lewis chuckled. “I’ll pass the message to her for you. Hope you find your friends before it gets even worse in the paddock.”
“Thank you so much, Lewis,” Trish smiled softly at the man. “Good luck on your qualifying. Try to aim for the pole.”
“I’ll work hard enough!” Lewis bid his farewell to Trish before returning to the garage. Turning away, Trish kept a small smile on her face before she set off to find Amy and Jay. There was a lot for her to say about what she just found out.
“HOLY SHIT! HAMILTON’S AT POLE!” Jay screamed, his mouth gaping as he turned to look at his friends with widened eyes. The shared flabbergasted look on Amy and Trish’s faces matched with the man as they yelled excitedly, trying not to jump up and down in joy.
“He’s fucking pole tomorrow!” Trish yelled, grin widening even more as she shook Jay’s shoulders.
“…I think you should be more excited for something else, Beatrice,” Amy poked Trish on the side, making the Canadian turn around to face her best friend. Amy pointed at the screen, all of them watching as a checkered flag was displayed next to Fernando’s name and his final qualification time showing up next to the second one. “Nando’s at P2 tomorrow.”
Trish’s smile faltered for a moment, taking in the information as her chest swelled with pride. Her mouth returned to its curled position. She turned around to celebrate Hamilton’s pole position for a literal second and her man came running to retrieve the second position. Talk about a win.
Before they could even leave the McLaren’s hospitality they were approached by a media relations member to let them know about being interviewed. It wasn’t as if they could get out of that duty— Martin Brundle would most likely be the one to approach them if they hadn’t been notified and if there was anything Trish had learned it was that you don’t simply walk away from him.
“Trish, this is the first time I have seen you since last year’s Canadian Grand Prix,” Martin started once he introduced the three. “With what’s happening between you and a certain McLaren driver, or what even happened, how do you feel being in the circuit?”
“Well, I am quite excited for tomorrow. Seeing McLaren with a pole and a second position made me feel so giddy,” Trish grinned. She wasn’t lying, but she didn’t mention him nor the comment that Martin made about their famous break up.
“Rumour has it that you weren’t planning to go this year,” Martin asked her.
Amy decided to answer for Trish, “She wasn’t supposed to. She didn’t want to, I mean. And I know that this had been her tradition since she got her what— fifth— sixth Women’s Championship title?”
“Fifth,” Jay piped up, “if it’s 2005, yeah it’s fifth.”
“Yeah, so this was something that she had been doing since 2005 and if there’s anything that I knew since working with her was that she doesn’t like to skip out of certain traditions. We had to drag her ass out of Toronto a few days ago because well, we didn’t want to waste the passes given to us by a generous driver,” Amy continued, smirking towards Trish’s direction. The Canadian shot her best friend a look.
“Quite the generous driver, indeed,” Martin said, “have you three congratulated him by chance?” At least the man wasn’t singling her out now.
“We have not,” Jay answered, “we were planning to call it an early evening after we speak to their team principal however—“
Meanwhile, next to the trio stood Lewis Hamilton, who was being interviewed as well. He spoke about landing on the pole and how confident he was tomorrow.
Trish thought she misheard what he said as he continued, “I’ve seen Trish Stratus earlier. Trish told me today that I should get the pole position, and obviously being one of my favourite wrestlers and all— I can’t disappoint her.”
“She’s just right next to you actually,” Lewis’ interviewer pointed, making the cameraman pan his camera towards the wrestler who then turned only to see Lewis and the camera in her direction.
“Oh Lewis!” Trish exclaimed, interrupting the conversation between Amy, Jay and Martin as she apologized meekly, “Sorry, Martin. I’ll just move aside for a moment to speak to Lewis.”
Then she walked three steps towards the driver, “Can I give you a hug? Congratulations!”
Lewis took that friendly offer as he grinned, finally pulling away as he said, “Thank you, thank you! We were actually just talking about you and how you told me to get the pole position.”
“And clearly Lewis fulfilled it,” Trish giggled, clapping him on the back. “It’s going to be really exciting to see you tomorrow. And I’ve heard this is your first pole?”
“It is, it is,” Lewis nodded eagerly.
“God, I am so happy for you, Lew!” Trish exclaimed.
“And what do you think about McLaren getting another higher position on the grid tomorrow with Fernando Alonso getting a P2?” The interviewer asked, making the wrestler pause for a moment. Her face remained impassive, not wanting to give the papers more things to write about.
Her quick thinking, thankfully, led her to respond with, “I have always been supportive of each driver and just like the previous races, I never failed to believe that Fernando Alonso would be able to make it in the top ten. Each race that I have been to— I rarely go now— always has the same result with him being successful one way or another.” It was so nice having a media relations manager in WWE. At least she knew how to respond without losing her shit at people who kept on bringing up her ex.
“Do you think that his success in the races you make your appearance in would have to do something with you?” The woman across from the British and Canadian continued to ask, a smile on her face was rather genuine— if you would ask Trish. It was as if they were asking about a romance that had somehow brightened up the racing and wrestling community’s images.
Everyone did tell her and Fernando that while their relationship was made public they somehow managed to show genuineness instead of the fake smiles and pretentious display of affection.
So it never hurt for Trish to reminisce no matter what their situation was now. Trish answered the interviewer and said, “You know… that’s something that isn’t up to me. I know for a fact that Fernando was always made for this sport so me being there wouldn’t change a thing. I could be gone now and he’d still land in P2, you know?”
Amy: Gone down to the bar downstairs. Raikkonen and Button r here. R u coming?
Beatrice: No, too tired. Enjoy though xx
Her room telephone started ringing by the time she shut her phone close, groaning as she glared at the direction of the phone. There was too much to unpack after arriving from the venue that she scolded herself for staying a little longer at the McLaren garage.
Somehow she found a reason why Fernando refused to take her to the races. Being told that she was some distraction did hurt— but being left in the dark about what could potentially jeopardize his career was another. IFinding out about the information from Ferrari being passed to McLaren left a distasteful feeling on her mouth. She never wanted to take back her words of praise from earlier until now.
All the more reason to avoid Fernando right?
Right. But he was determined to make things right for them.
When Trish answered the phone she initially thought that it was either Jay or Amy, exclaiming, “What? I texted you alr—“
“Trish, hija!” The voice on the other side of the call silenced the Canadian, feeling too stunned and unable to speak for a moment as the sweet voice continued, “¿Te parece bien que hable español?” Is it okay if I speak Spanish?
Trish swallowed the lump on her throat and stammered, “Sí, por supuesto, señora Alonso.” Yes, of course, Mrs. Alonso.
“Hace tiempo que no sé nada de ti, mi amor. ¿Cómo has estado?” I have not heard from you for a while now, my love. How have you been? God, those words were angelic. For it to come from her lover’s mother was a blessing that was hard to believe.
Fernando’s mother had always expressed her fondness for the woman. Whenever Trish flew to Spain for holidays— all of which were spent with Fernando— his mother would always make sure that the Canadian had everything she needed. She even taught the younger woman a lot about Spanish culture. Needless to say, Mrs. Alonso enjoyed Trish’s company and vice versa.
“Ah, ha sido duro, pero estoy trabajando duro para pasar el día.” It’s been rough but I’m working hard to push through the day. Trish felt herself smiling before it fell off and asked, “If you do not mind me asking… How did you find my hotel room number?”
“Espero que no te importe, pero Nando ha sido muy reservado sobre ti últimamente. No me gusta ser entrometido, pero si significa para mí hablar contigo, entonces encontraré algo de sus cosas que me lleve a ti.” I hope you don’t mind, but Nando has been very secretive about you lately. I don’t like being nosy but if it means for me to speak to you then I’ll find something from his things that’ll get me to you.
Trish nearly laughed at this. Mrs. Alonso, whenever the couple were miles apart, would take it upon herself to talk in the background and join in at the conversation held between Fernando and Trish. She was rather dedicated to keeping her relationship alive with Trish and the younger woman appreciated that.
“¿Te parece bien si cenamos esta noche? Solo tú y yo, Fernando no estará allí.” Is it okay if we have dinner tonight? It’s just me and you— Fernando will not be there. Mrs. Alonso’s voice sounded more like a plea than it was a suggestion. “Tell me everything that happened.”
And who was Trish to say no? After all, she was the Alonso that Trish liked the most— not that she would ever tell Fernando that. There’s got to be at least something to lie to him about. Especially when he’d done it multiple times.
Their dinner wasn’t tense at all. It was as if they’d forgotten about Fernando for a moment as they chatted away, exchanging their thoughts on the current events and laughing about whatever.
Beatrice wasn’t too keen on telling Mrs. Alonso about the silliest things, but the older woman was a woman of detail. She needed to know how their relationship came to an end so easily. And instead of fighting back on it, Beatrice’s shoulders dropped as she started to tell Mrs. Alonso about what had happened weeks ago.
“We’ve been together for years,” Beatrice said, dropping her hands to avoid playing with her food. She offered a rueful smile to the older woman. “Me hizo sentir como si fuera una carga.” He made me feel like a burden.
Mrs. Alonso sighed quietly, unable to speak on behalf of her son. Fernando should be the one who would own up to his bullshit, and the pride that he carried within him hindered almost every good thing ahead of him. One of them being Trish. Mrs. Alonso figured that her son bringing his girlfriend along on a trip to Spain for holidays was a sign of love he could offer.
But hearing about how he exploded and called her an inconvenience? Fernando couldn’t be more wrong and stupid. Even Mrs. Alonso called him that.
He wouldn’t take Beatrice back home in Spain if she was just another woman to string along. He wouldn’t have lasted for two years in their relationship if he thought that Beatrice wasn’t the woman he wanted to marry. He hadn’t sat her down for three hours while drinking a bottle of wine, teaching her how to speak in Spanish at an intermediate level, just to toss her aside once he got her body trembling.
A non-committal person would do things like that. But Fernando was in love with Beatrice. He’d see the grid girls wink and even put their hands on him, but not once did he ever try to get a taste of infidelity. He wasn’t like that.
It baffled Mrs. Alonso to no end, but at least she expressed her empathy for the younger woman while telling Trish that she’d have a word with her son.
Fernando was an idiot, and Mrs. Alonso was going to remind him how idiotic he could get.
It wasn’t Fernando’s weekend this weekend, but it was Lewis Hamilton’s.
And Trish couldn’t be happier for the young British driver. She spoke to him before his race about keeping his pole position all throughout the race. Then she told him that he’s becoming her favourite driver in the grid (which was true). Lewis Hamilton merely grinned and told her that, “I’ll make you even prouder then, hm?”
And proud, she was. The moment he got an opportunity to be away from the media people, Trish didn’t take her time to drag Amy and Jay to find the man of the night. The Canadian merely rattled off at how exciting the race was for them as they were rooting for Hamilton. Lewis exchanged words and said something like, “I was nervous! I honestly thought I was going to fuck up at some point but no. I didn’t want you to see me race for the first time and watch me be shit at it.”
Their conversation was cut short when he was pulled away by his press officer. Lewis had to beg his press officer to pause for a moment before giving the three a heads up about a party to celebrate his win. Trish hadn’t even realized what she agreed on, waving him off and nodding as if to tell him that he needed to go. He took this as a yes to the invitation. So when she received a text from him (when he took her number) about the details of the party, she only turned to her friends and said, “I hope you’ve got some nice clothes.”
Being invited to a party wasn’t on their agenda. She thought of staying for two or more days in Montreal to visit the basilica and cathedral church— and maybe she’d check out a farmers market and see if they’ve got a stall of local distilleries. So to be a guest of this race weekend’s winner? She was more popular than some of them yet she was worried about how atrocious she looked.
She really lucked out when she managed to pull a going out top from her suitcase. A halter neck handkerchief top was what her eyes had settled on. Blue sequins were shining as she continued to hold it under her room’s light. She didn’t waste any time and prepared to go out tonight with her friends— and her new one, Lewis.
As soon as she arrived with the two, her eyes scanned the place. The dance floor wasn’t empty, but it wasn’t crowded either. She saw Lewis by the dance floor and had chatted with him for a moment before she waved at him, telling him to enjoy his night. She immediately went straight to the bar and ordered a martini.
Her eyes couldn’t help but wander, watching as bodies sucked in the air of freedom and happiness on the dance floor. She could see nothing but enjoyment, one that she craved the most after all those weeks of crying over some man.
Her gaze shifted to a rather expensive space inside the club. She could see a VIP booth full of familiar faces— those that she saw while she walked around the paddock. If everyone were here, as Lewis had told her, then that meant…
“My, my,” she turned away from the VIP table back to the direction of the entrance, finding herself face to face with Jenson Button. He leaned against the bar counter and offered her a smirk. “Aren’t you a beautiful sight to see.”
Thanking the bartender, she sipped on her martini with a scoff and asked, “Did that ever work on the girls you wanted to bed?”
He chuckled heartily, shaking his head as he sipped on his drink — rum and coke. “No,” he teased, “it didn’t work on you, clearly.”
Her face flushed before she turned away for a moment, hearing him laugh at the embarrassment that she felt.
Regaining her composure, Beatrice looked back at Jenson.
She knew that he was joking, but she had heard a lot about the grid singles; they were all trying to gain her attention when she attended the Grand Prix two years ago. Even now, there were still some drivers that were attracted to her. Jenson Button had an underlying problem and it was that his joke was half serious.
She cleared her throat and pointed at the glass in his hand, “Fifth drink?”
Jenson shook his head, “First.”
“I don’t blame you,” raising her martini, she responded with a nod before tipping the drink over her open mouth. The burning sensation down her throat left her hissing quietly, making her companion chuckle in amusement. “It’s nice to know you get off at the sight of a woman in pain.”
His chuckle turned into a snicker as his shoulders shook. He then continued to joke along with her, “Not your thing? We can always compromise.”
She bursted out of laughter, the burning feeling long gone as she exchanged words with him at the bar.
What she hadn’t seen, though, was a quiet Fernando. He was sat at the end of the booth, the dimly lit area hiding the deadly stare that he held while Beatrice and Jenson laughed at whatever the fuck they were talking about.
And as if God was laughing at him, the speakers were playing a remix of Beyoncé’s Irreplaceable. The song mocked Fernando’s vulnerable state.
“I can have another you in a minute, matter of fact he’ll be here in a minute.”
He didn’t know how long he kept his gaze on the same place, or how many drinks Trish had while he zoned out. He shook himself out of his thoughts when Nico Rosberg called him, asking if he’d heard what the German just said. He only nodded but somehow he ended up being roped into a short conversation. He lost sight of her.
“Baby I don’t give a damn, I know your man’s nowhere in sight.”
Kimi Raikkonen, who had downed four shots of tequila throughout the night, decided that it was the right time to speak. He wolf-whistled as he peered over Fernando’s shoulders, his eyes squinting as he watched the dance floor. “Look at that. Jenson lied about being shit at dancing.”
“And your eyes don’t tell a lie.”
Fernando’s head snapped at the direction where Kimi pointed and his eyes narrowed at the sight. It wasn’t a pleasant sight for him.
Because she was his woman. Not anyone else’s. Not Jenson’s.
But with their dire situation, Fernando couldn’t call her his woman. She was single. So he painfully watched Beatrice’s face inching towards Jenson’s.
The BAR-Honda driver’s hands were touching her hips as if he was holding a steering wheel. She smiled at him as if she liked it; Fernando knew she loved how his bigger hands gently rested on her waist whenever he’d sneak up behind her as she made their cups of coffee. Trish didn’t like how Jenson held her. Fernando just knew.
“I know you wanna come with me tonight.”
Right. That was it.
Fernando cleared his throat and stood, wordlessly walking away from the booth as he marched his way towards the two. His hand dragged her away from the British man, his face seething while Trish protested. She could’ve just pulled away because of how little force he had on his hold.
Instead she just followed along as they ended up in a quieter area of the club. A rarity for such a loud venue.
“I can’t believe you,” Beatrice, rather than causing a drama, merely whispered the first four words that she offered him since she walked out with a “happy fucking anniversary.”
“Trisha—“ he tried to reason out, but he was quietened by her glare.
“Everything’s falling apart,” she told him calmly, “everything’s falling apart but you refuse to take accountability for being a part of it.”
He remembered the controversy surrounding McLaren and Ferrari. And how he was somewhat a part of it.
Earlier today, he hadn’t even offered Lewis a congratulations on his first win. He bitterly walked off, frustrated at Lewis’ win and his P9 result. P-fucking-9. He’s been a two time world champion. Now he landed in P9? He was upset. It was even worse when he saw some televised interviews of Lewis and Trish being a little bit friendly as she showered the younger driver with support. Fernando was her favourite driver. Now it’s Lewis.
Then he remembered how he got into a huge argument with her, practically lying about being a distraction to him just to save face. He hated how his pride got in the way of the things he needed, blaming others seemed to be a better option than accepting defeat.
Beatrice continued on, “I gave you two years. I gave you half a year, Fernando. Why haven’t you backed out at the beginning if you thought of me that way?”
“I,” he paused to regain his composure, making sure that he was sober enough to speak. “I didn’t mean that.”
“You were quite passionate when you were screaming abuse at me,” Beatrice muttered sarcastically.
“I don’t, I really don’t— you have to believe me, mi corazon,” as of this point, he no longer had the prideful attitude. He didn’t care if he didn’t. He wasn’t about to lose her for good. “Everything’s falling apart and I wasn’t sure how to get myself out of it.”
“I could’ve done something,” Trish told him, “I could’ve been there to comfort you, to provide input— and I know jackshit about whatever’s happening. You didn’t tell me anything. How am I supposed to believe you after all of that?
“I can’t be the only one responsible here,” she continued with the pain that felt permanent. “You— ugh.”
She angrily wiped her tears away, a slight smudge of her mascara showing her exasperation as she asked, “These papers— those people… when they ask you about me— did you ever try giving them an answer?”
“Did you even tell them how much I fucking meant to you? Or did you just let it all show in front of the cameras because I’m not worth a word to anyone? Did you even bother to look and wonder how the fuck I was doing? After all of that fiasco last year— you weren’t even there!”
“And that was my mistake, Trisha!” He yelled in the same tone as her. Were they ever glad that nobody could hear them with all of the bass boosting inside the club.
Her lips trembled, unable to contain her sadness. She wasn’t even upset at the way he yelled. She was just sad it turned out like this.
He sighed, slumping down against the wall as he leaned his head back for a moment. He couldn’t talk to her if he couldn’t contain his frustration. But then again, if he continued to focus more on himself and keeping his composure— she’d walk away again because of the lack of words he had given her.
His hand reached on her wrist, squeezing it once, “Just stay. Don’t leave, mi corazon.”
“I’m not leaving,” she spoke quietly, slightly tugging her wrist away from his hold. Did he really think she’d leave? She only left months ago because she knew damn well that he’d much rather be alone… and that he didn’t want her there. “Only did that to make things easier for the two of us. I want to talk- and so do you, so I’m not wasting my time on leaving.”
Fernando Alonso never felt the need to explain himself any further to anyone, he could admit. He didn’t give that much shit what anyone would think, thanks to his ego. But he had never felt the need to explain himself this desperately before. He knew too well that the moment he watches Beatrice Staedtlander slip away from him would be the moment when everything ends for him.
“Ojalá pudiera volver atrás en el tiempo para poder contarte todo. Sé que he herido a mucha gente debido a mis acciones y he hecho tanto por ti, ojalá no dejara que mi orgullo sacara lo mejor de mí. Mamá tiene razón. Soy estúpido porque te he deje ir tan fácilmente en lugar de tratar de mejorar las cosas,” I wish I can turn back the time so I can tell you everything. I know I’ve wounded a lot of people because of my doings and I’ve done so much to you, I wish I didn’t let my pride get the best of me. Mom is right. I am stupid because I’ve let you go so easily instead of trying to make things better.
His mind was set on panic mode and clearly the rambling of Spanish words showed it. His eyes, ones that were often playful or stoic, softened as he kneeled in front of her, clasping both of her hands as he said, “Please. Let me back in your heart, Trisha. Let me learn.”
And she couldn’t even fathom the thought of refusing him. Because those two years of relationship didn’t build up to nothing. She hadn’t learned intermediate Spanish in his childhood home for nothing. She hadn’t stayed up late to receive his call for nothing. She wouldn’t have done anything as remotely outrageous as putting his driver number in her tiny bikini for a magazine cover if it hadn’t been for the love and dedication she had for him.
“You’ve always been in my heart, Nando,” she murmured, peering down at him as she held his face against her smaller hands. Pressing down a kiss on his lips, she then said, “But god if you fucked this up, then maybe we really aren’t meant for each other.”
Fernando stood from where he kneeled, his lips capturing hers in a heated yet gentle kiss as his hand sat on her hip. He couldn’t even seem to answer, but it wasn’t as if he'd ever refuse her. She was someone he’d never turn down; not when he knew that she was it for him.
But this wasn’t the first time they’ve broken up. And this definitely won’t be the last time Fernando Alonso would find himself making the biggest mistake of his life. Thank god, Beatrice Staedtlander was there to remind him that his pride would only hinder his chances of making things right.
#fernando alonso fic#fernando alonso imagine#fernando alonso x oc#fernando alonso x reader#fernando Alonso au#formula one fanfiction#formula one imagine#formula one x oc#formula one fic#f1 imagine#f1 fic#f1 fanfic#fernando alonso smut#f1 fiction#f1 x reader#fernando alonso#fernando alonso fluff#formula one au#formula one angst#f1 au#f1 x oc#f1 fanfiction
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@fortheloveofaussiegrit 's deep dive into Mark and his love of twinks...
Sebastian Vettel
Where does one even start when trying to explain this... that's his twink of the past, present, and future— his forever. [first: debatable but the beginning of martian at the Fuji GP 2007 when Seb crashed into the back of Mark ruining both of their races, they were running 2nd and third. second: the day i lost my sanity, Abu Dhabi 2022]
Oscar Piastri
His twink of the present [i don't think i need to say anything... but photos above are from Mark's website from his blog post about Oscar winning the F2 championship and how Mark stayed in Abu Dhabi with Oscar after the GP for the young driver f1 test...]
Mitch Evans
Without Mitch we wouldn’t have got Oscar/Mark... (this is what oscarmark could’ve been but not sure i would’ve been able to handle oscar posting mark the way mitch did) Started in 2010, Mark then went on to manage him and Mitch even moved into Mark’s home in England, down the drive but point still stands [first: Mark Webber takes protege on birthday tour, 2010 (speedcafe.com) second: Mark embracing Mitch after he took maiden victory in Formula E, 2019 (📷Sam Bloxham) bottom two: from Mitch’s IG circa 2014]
Daniel Ricciardo
i like that belt buckle mate [first/second: F1 Paddock 2013 (📷skysports.com) third: Mark & Daniel’s BBQ on the beach ahead of the Aus GP 2011 (📷flickr) fourth/fifth: Dutch GP 2022.]
Fernando Alonso
again do i need to say anything? i think this sums it up (thank you to @seafoampearlygirl for the screen shot and your help too, much appreciated!!
and this... [Jenson Button, Giancarlo Fisichella, Fernando Alonso & Mark Webber for Benetton Renault 2001 F1 launch]
Lewis Hamilton
If there's one thing about Mark that you need to know its his love of twinks with world championships... @mwebber has a post here on these two! Mark always loves talking about Lewis and the way they look at each other.. [first: Mark and Lewis during the post-qualy presser at the Spanish GP, 2010 (📷Sutton Images) second: during the pre-race presser at the Aus GP, 2013 (📷Hoch Zwei) third: Abu Dhabi GP, 2017 (📷James Moy)]
Nico Rosberg
from teammates at Williams to Mark snapping pics of the back of Nico in 2023… [first: Mark talking to test driver Nico Rosberg during the German GP, 2005 (📷Pakusch) second: Monaco ePrix 2023]
Max Verstappen
like i said... twinks with championships [first: ‘bumped into these two over easter and managed a few k on the trails’ Apr, 2018 (Mark’s FB) second: Hangar-7, 2019]
Felipe Massa
yeah... [first: Brazil 2012, i think (📷sky-sports.com) second: Brazil 2013 (📷xpb images)]
Brendon Hartley
he’s already featured a few times, but from rbr junior driver to teammate... yeah.. is there a pattern? [first: Spanish GP 2009 (📷DPPI Images) second: Brendon, Mark & Timo after winning the 6 hours of Bahrain and the WEC Drivers Championship 2015 (📷fiawec.com)]
Jenson Button
and finally we get to Jenson Button, who, yes, is younger than Mark so makes it onto the list... the ultimate twink on twink... you cannot tell me this wasnt a couples holidays covered up as ‘training’. you cannot tell me they were not fumbling around in their bedsheets at night. you cannot tell me— [redacted redacted redacted] — [pre-season training session in Lanzarote, Spain. 4 Jan 2001 📷Mark Thompson]
#i had this idea and had to run with it#this is just a bit of fun#please please take this with a side of delulu#if ive missed anyone let me know cos ive got another 4 ppl i wanted to add so i’ll do a part 2#mark/brendon#mark/lewis#mark/nico#mark/mitch#mark/max#mark/jense#mark/dan#mark/nando#seb/mark#oscarmark
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Hii! I have a question; why are Nico R and Lewis H fighting? Their beef is so funny to me as a person that is a casual f1 fan
uhhh, how to begin explaining?
i'll give you a quick and very incomplete rundown, but first, it must be said that currently, things aren't much of a two-sided "fight" per se but more of "Nico being desperate to be noticed by Lewis who is just living his life, has moved on and doesn't care" or as we call it affectionately "Nico Go To Therapy Challenge"
Obviously, there's the whole "best friends since childhood, Lewis Hamilton and Nico Rosberg were inseparable on both hotel rooms and karting tracks. Rosberg is the only one to ever beat Hamilton in equal machinery for the F1 championship".
They were friends, despite all circumstances and differences, from their backgrounds, families, finances, etc etc. Lewis always brilliant carrying the weight of the world and the dream of F1, Nico also brilliant and looking to prove himself and live up to his dad's legacy.
When eventually they both joined F1, Nico in Williams (2006) and Lewis with McLaren (2007), they were still pretty good friends.
Lewis went on to have one of the most insane first seasons ever seen in F1, almost becoming champion right out of gate.
Nico also found success, getting podiums in 2008 and on their first double podium, this very famous scene of them jumping and hugging happened.
Nico moved to Merc in 2010.
Eventually after the sick and twisted move from Lewis that all the F1 """reporters""" said was a career ender, Lewis went to Mercedes, joining as Nico's teammate.
And as history tells us, as their success on-track became more and more evident, their relationship went down the drain.
With Merc's turbo-hybrid era dominance, the competition for the tittle was basically a inner team affair and that created a perfect storm for the destruction of a friendship between two very competitive people.
Their friendship officially ended publicly in 2014, after the infamous incident when Nico parked the car at the end of qualifying to be on pole position on Monaco, robbing Lewis of the chance of a slam dunk win on Sunday (he denied at the time doing this on purpose, but since then has indicated he wasn't so innocent after all) (chaotic evil) and Lewis said on an interview "We're Not Friends" (oof).
There were soooo many incidents between them since then, it's impossible for me to list all of them. Some of the ones that to me are more memorable are:
2014 SPA incident, on which Niki Lauda himself was furious at what happened;
Hungary 2014, Lewis - ICONICALY may I say - refuses to move aside to let Nico through "I'm not slowing down for Nico."
USA 2015, Lewis clinches the championship early at COTA and then proceeds to throw the P2 cap at Nico who throws it back at him
2016 Spanish GP, when they had a double DNF going into turn 1
2016 Austrian GP, they clashed on the last lap
2016 Abu Dhabi when Lewis, who was leading the race started backing up the cars in hopes of other ppl overtaking Nico and helping him win the championship, which didn't work cause Nico ended up finally winning. Lewis post-race saying: "What am I supposed to do? Just sit there and let the dude come and win the championship? [...] I had to try and help myself because no one else was going to."
Anyways, all of these were very controversial and divided Merc fans. Still, to this day there are differing opinions on each incident, who was to blame, etc etc. The main thing is that it became a VERY toxic environment between them, Nico was king of trying mind games and saying batshit insane things to the media, while also playing into r*cist microaggressions at times. Lewis was very much focused and wanted to win at all costs as well, he did shitty things too, low-key floated the conspiracy theory that his car was the only Merc engine that kept breaking (Malasya 2016 how u doing).
IMO both of them were insane and shitty at different moments, and it's a more complex situation than who's right/who's wrong, good/bad, also I AM biased towards Lewis. I love him.
lmao I'm honestly not qualified to give a full timeline of every incident as I wasn't watching f1 then (i was free from this madness, I miss being free).
However, when it comes to the current state of their relationship, Nico since his 2016 championship win and sudden retirement from F1 (that way Lewis couldn't beat him again) has tried and tried on the media to sing Lewis' praises? and he thinks that way he might recapture some sort of friendship with him?
In fact, at what would be their LAST press conference as teammates in Abu Dabhi, Lewis started reminiscing about their relationship and Nico was LEGIT nearly crying????
They are, apparently, according to gossip girl (Max), still till this day: neighbors.
But Nico has said on the media that Lewis doesn't have his number anymore after being asked if Lewis was going to call him to congratulate his Extreme E team on winning the Extreme E championship over Lewis' own team.
Last year Lewis ducked away from Nico, as Nico was presenting on SkySports before a race leaving Nico to be like "here comes Hamilton and here goes Hamilton".
OKay now a list of things that i think are funny but I don't have time to explain:
Crofty's commentary during the 2021 Hungarian GP "“this man knows lewis hamilton friend, teammate, childhood buddy, rival, everything bar lover quite frankly” and most importantly Nico's absolute dead silence afterward.
The Time Nico Used a Sponsor Event As A Therapy Session And Talked About Him And Lewis
Awkwardly Meeting
This Old Picture Of Them
Yacht Gate. Yeah.
This Meme
This Gifset
Again, this is NOT a complete timeline of events.
Anyways hope this helped even though I think it maybe didn't.
Nico if you're reading this, please...go to therapy...we support you...it's time to let go.
Lewis if you're reading this #godbless #amen
Edit: sorry I got some things wrong at first, such as the timeline of Nico going 2 Merc/forgot completely that he had been at Williams first
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Spanish Grand Prix reverts to pre-chicane layout after FIA approval | 2023 F1 season
The Circuit de Catalunya will drop the unpopular chicane from the final sector and revert to its previous configuration of two fast corners for this year’s Spanish Grand Prix.
The tight chicane was introduced to slow the progress of cars through the two right-handers at the end of the lap in 2007 and has been used by Formula 1 in testing and races ever since.
The Barcelona circuit has confirmed that this year’s Spanish Grand Prix will revert to the original pre-2007 layout, which will see drivers navigate the original turns 13 and 14, among a raft of modifications to the venue.
The chicane was originally introduced on safety grounds due to limited run-off available on the outside of the fast right kinks. While the chicane proved unpopular with F1 drivers and fans alike since its implementation, Moto GP continued to use the original final sector layout until 2016, when Moto 2 rider Luis Salom was killed in a high-speed accident at turn 13.
The circuit confirmed it will install TecPro barriers on the exit of the two corners to facilitate the revised layout. FIA Formula 1 race director Niels Wittich and FIA head of circuit and rally safety Stuart Robinson approved the layout change with the installation of the new barriers.
The circuit has been homologated both with and without the final chicane, meaning all FIA-sanctioned series have freedom to decide which layout they wish to use.
Among other changes to the circuit ahead of this year’s race, the run-off area on the outside of turn one has been widened, while the tall timing tower at the end of the pit lane has been modernised.
The Spanish Grand Prix will be the eighth round of this year’s championship, being held on Sunday 4th June, the third race of a triple-header following the Emilia-Romagna and Monaco Grands Prix.
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BARCELONA, 2007 — Flames trail from Felipe Massa’s Ferrari F2007 as he pulls away from a pitstop. (Photo by Rainer Schlegelmilch)
#f1#scuderia ferrari#felipe massa#f2007#2007#spanish gp 2007#ph#ph: rainer schlegelmilch#*ph#*m#*ferrari
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seidl clearly done with krack, 2007
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2007 spanish grand prix qualifying but it's just lewis
#lewis hamilton#f1#formula 1#spanish gp 2007#flashback fic ref#flashback fic ref 2007#spain#spain 2007#spain 2007 saturday
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bmw sauber reserver driver sebastian vettel in the paddock on race day, spain - may 13, 2007
📷 crash media group / imago
#sebastian vettel#f1#formula 1#spanish gp 2007#flashback fic ref#flashback fic ref 2007#spain#spain 2007#spain 2007 sunday#not a race#2007 not a race#between italy and germany 2007#(note to self: refers to formula renault 3.5 season)
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michael schumacher answers questions while visiting the circuit during his first retirement, spain - may 13, 2007
(transcript under the cut)
extra warning for photosensitive people, there are a lot of flashbulbs going off in this
Interviewer: "…has been getting an awful lot of attention. Let's just hear what he's had to say during the course of his press conference."
Kravitz: "You probably don't miss all this, but what do you miss?"
Michael: "No, I'm feeling pretty happy. There is obviously sometimes the wish to see the guys more often, that's true, 'cause usually on the Thursday before the race weekend we play soccer together, we have dinner together, and after the race we may hang out together or other times in testing, so those moments have always been very pleasureful. Those things I do miss. There's only so much… I have other enjoyments now. I feel happy about this, too."
Kravitz: "Is there any chance that your presence here this weekend might distract the team from their normal operation?"
Michael: "I wouldn't be here if that were the case. My participation is in a way to help any means that I can, not to distract."
Kravitz: "So will you be in on all the briefings with all the drivers?
Michael: "I will be there when I'm needed to be."
Kravitz: "And how have you noticed a change in F1 recently, with the new generation like Lewis Hamilton coming along?"
Michael: "It's been very exciting. I'd say watching the races has been very exciting. New drivers, new faces, much tighter competition, so it's been nice to watch it."
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vro0m’s rewatch - 4/288
2007 Spanish GP.
(As a disclaimer those are just my thoughts throughout the race. Don’t expect anything. But I make GIFs !)
And buckle up for this one cause damn.
First thing we learn is that Schumacher is there because he acts as a consultant for Ferrari, and is especially advising Massa.
Here’s the grid :
Someone stalled on the grid ! Second formation lap as the car is pushed back in the pit lane. The cars are getting overheated AF and the tyres are cooling down. Not good.
And they’re racing !
Alonso almost immediatly runs wide attacking Massa for the first spot ! It was a bad move. He almost hits Lewis and Raikkonen as he gets back on the track. There was contact at the end of the pack ! It’s Ralph Schumacher and Wurz. Massa already has 2 seconds on Lewis, he’s carrying less fuel. Wurz is out.
Lap 7, Webber also has to retire.
Next lap it’s Trulli, who had stalled on the grid, who joins the DNF team. And RAIKKONEN IS SLOWING DOWN ! He has to retire ! That’s 4 DNF in 10 laps. And just as I write this, a Toro Rosso is also out !!! It’s Speed, who got a puncture. 5th DNF ! Wtf is this race. Very cursed.
Meanwhile Massa is FLYING. 6.6 seconds clear of Lewis, himself 4.5 seconds clear of Alonso. Impressive. Massa pits on lap 19 and OMG FIRE ! It’s a fuel leak !
Now we don’t know if they managed to refuel him enough, say the commentators. That’s not what I am worried about but okay.
Alonso is also pitting at the same time. Lewis is leading the GP. Liuzzi, whose name I hadn’t heard yet in my life even though it’s the 4th 2007 race I’ve watched, is coming down the pit lane extremely slowly as he seems to have issues and is overtaken by someone in the pit entry. (It was Coulthard I learn afterwards). It’s yet another DNF.
Lap 23, Lewis finally pits. Same lap, Jenson Button pits but somehow has to be pushed by mechanics to be able to drive away ???? Crazy.
It’s now Heidfeld, who has to pit, then Massa, then Lewis.
Heidfeld pits. The mechanic on the front right wheel backs off and then tries to screw things in again but HEIDFELD IS DRIVING AWAY. AND THE SCREWDRIVER OR WHATEVER YOU CALL IT IS PULLED ALONG.
Heidfeld is stuck there for a couple of seconds and then DRIVES AWAY
AS A MECHANIC FOR ANOTHER TEAM RUNS BEHIND HIM WITH A PIECE OF THE CAR THAT HE’S LOST ?!
He then hands it back to his mechanics while Heidfeld is getting back out on the track ! This is so cursed. We’re now waiting to see if his wheel is gonna fall off and sure enough, he slows down dramatically at the first corner……. Very cursed race indeed. He manages to drive a full lap and goes back into the pits. This time everything goes well and he’s back out again. Wtf.
Anyway we’re now halfway through the race and it’s Massa, Lewis and Alonso. Both Lewis and Alonso are losing pace for some reason. Lap 39, Lewis is 17 seconds behind Massa.
At that time, we see Raikkonen on the parking lot getting in a car to go to the airport. He’s just decided that he was gonna leave early apparently?
25 laps left. They’re gonna have to pit a second time soon. Ferrari is getting ready. Massa pits. Lewis is P1. Massa is second, that’s how far behind Alonso is. Fisichella just pitted but he’s being told on the radio they have to pit again for some reason? And now Ralph Schumacher is also retiring, 20 laps left.
Lewis pits. He’s getting out behind Massa and by quite a long way. The fact that we don’t always have the times on the screen is annoying and makes it difficult to follow. And Heidfeld is also retiring??? Jesus christ what the fuck. That’s 8 DNF.
Lewis is 11 seconds behind Massa, which is better than before but I have no idea what his pace is like because we have no info which is stupid. Alonso is also gaining on Lewis.
4 laps to go, the gap to Massa is under 10 seconds, nothing much to do. Alonso is now slow for some reason. Coulthard has lost a gear in his gearbox and I have no idea what it really means as I don’t know shit about cars but it’s not good.
It’s the end of this cursed race !
LEWIS IS NOW LEADING THE WDC !
Awkward congratulations etc.
Let’s see if the Brazilian national anthem also lasts for 2 full minutes this time. The answer is yes. My god this is long. They’re just waving to the crowd and talking to each other because it’s so fucking long. Do they always last that long and I have never noticed for some reason ? …No. Or do they ? I guess we’ll see next time someone who isn’t brazilian wins.
During the interviews, the journalists inform Massa he had a fuel fire during the race. He didn’t know. He says aptly that it doesn’t matter anymore now.
Lewis is breaking a record : youngest driver to lead the championship. Before him it was none other than Bruce McLaren, who founded the team.
He says : “We didn’t particularly have the pace of Felipe but I think we’re another step closer and as I said to him just now, we’ll get him soon.” He smiles.
He of course thanks the team as always. He’s very proud to be leading the championship. He says he’s living his dream and it’s incredible to get that result racing the best drivers in the world.
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A Brocedes timeline in the year 2021....
Yeah probably to nobody‘s interest besides my own....
1997/98 the year it all started, both Baby Lewis and baby Nico were racing in Italian karting. Nico being the Golden boy at the time because of his dad being an F1 world champion.
1999 both were still racing in Italy, battling against each. When Nico‘s dad decided to talk to one of his friends to create an own karting team for his son.... and Lewis.
2000 now teammates, they were racing in one team against each other and became best friends.
2001 they were teammates for one more season ( and with that come more stories about them sharing hotel rooms, wrestling each other and going on holidays)
2002 their ways separated and Lewis went on to race in the UK again.
2003 they were doing different competitions over the season. But at the end of the season both of them reunited at the Macao GP.
2004 they both raced in the Formula 3 Euro Series... in different teams but still and they even shared one podium together:
They also both did the Bahrain Superprix and the Macao GP again. ( in which nico accidentally ruined both of their races)
2007 Lewis followed Nico to F1.
2008 Nico got his first podium in F1 and well he shared the stage with Lewis. Like they did so often as kids.
Also Lewis won his first world title🎉
2010: they were still friends and even went karting before the start of the season together with their old karting team boss.Also Nico moved to the new Mercedes team to race alongside Michael Schumacher.
2012 Nico got his first race win in F1 and shared the podium once again with Lewis.
2013 the Season they reunited as teammates 13 years after the last time. And at first both of them seemed really excited to be reunited once again and spend more time together.
2014 the year the suffering started. And it started off so peacefully as there were some nice moments between them at the start of the season. But then the dynamic changed and their championship battle began. And let‘s be honest we all don’t really know what really happened ( even Toto said something along those lines that he himself does not know the full story what happened between them and why it went that bad)
2015 no friendship here anymore only pain and suffering and a lot of hate. And for the second year in a row Lewis came out on top and won the world championship.
2016 pain and suffering continued and the famous Spanish GP crash happened when they took each other out and with that ruined the whole teams race.
At the end of the year it was Nico who came out on top even though Lewis tried his all to stop it from happening. And after it all Nico announced he was going to retire from the sport.
2017 the First Season in F1 for Lewis without Nico, but like not really because Nico decided that his new job was to be talking about Lewis. With lewis trying his best to ignore him.
2019 Lewis actually acknowledged Nico again but yeah it is not in a good way😂 he decided to share an insta story having a laugh about max verstappen comparing Nico to Villeneuve... so yeah😂
2020 a weird year and it was even weirder because we had an interaction... a socially distanced one but still an interaction.
2021 suprised us all when Netflix surprisingly came through with Brocedes content and brought us this gem:
So yeah this is the story of Brocedes... and I guess probably nobody has even read this far😅
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