“Horrible race. p2? you can’t let Checo out pace you.” Jos scoffs his son, you can see the anger in his father’s eyes, the disappointment, like his son hadn’t done enough and tried his best.

“It just wasn’t in the cards.” Max shrugs, it bothers him to get second. He’s a perfectionist at heart and wants every race to be his best, but when he looks at you? all of his anger and frustration diminishes.