It takes you a while to find Pepe, having to look through pretty much every corner of the Campos truck for him. An engineer told you that he was “probably in there someone, still sulking”, but he forgot to mention exactly where the Spaniard would be.

After several minutes, you find him in a room deep inside the truck. He’s sitting on the floor, legs pulled up to his chest, forehead resting on top of his knees.

Yet another one of those weekends…

Pepe started the season so well, with a double podium in just one weekend. But ever since then, it’s like his luck has turned on him. Crashing in Melbourne. A penalty and then his tire falling off in Imola. And just now, he crashed out of the Monaco sprint race. No wonder he’s upset.

Even when you step into the room, he doesn’t react at all. It’s like he’s so far away in his thoughts that he can’t even acknowledge you being there. “Pepe?” You call out, but still no response.