Great article by Damon Hill
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London424 said:
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I get a may have been deleted message! Hopefully it's back soon
As an aside, I don't think DTribe is that great...Seems quite thin on content which is odd given how many channels there are. Also I have daily notifications of new people following me. I don't know why, I have no channel and haven't done much other than read since signing up! Not sure what they are following in that case!
As an aside, I don't think DTribe is that great...Seems quite thin on content which is odd given how many channels there are. Also I have daily notifications of new people following me. I don't know why, I have no channel and haven't done much other than read since signing up! Not sure what they are following in that case!
Otispunkmeyer said:
I get a may have been deleted message! Hopefully it's back soon
As an aside, I don't think DTribe is that great...Seems quite thin on content which is odd given how many channels there are. Also I have daily notifications of new people following me. I don't know why, I have no channel and haven't done much other than read since signing up! Not sure what they are following in that case!
They seem to have a few issues with the technology at DriveTribe. In terms of followers you will probably find a lot of the notifications relate to spam accounts from people selling porn or dating sites - or maybe it's just me who gets that! Pretty much the same as Twitter generated on that basis but they seem to have sorted that out fairly well so maybe DT can manage the same. Mind you, to make it safe for work for many people they do need to censor some of the posts and names people are using, and some of the tribe names, especially when JC suggests that his favourite is one about VW Polos.As an aside, I don't think DTribe is that great...Seems quite thin on content which is odd given how many channels there are. Also I have daily notifications of new people following me. I don't know why, I have no channel and haven't done much other than read since signing up! Not sure what they are following in that case!
Anyway that is all an aside whilst I wait for them to get the spanner out of the works so I can read Damon Hill's piece!
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THE DRIVER
WHAT GOES UP, STAYS UP
By Damon Hill
4 hours ago
There plenty of reasons to give up being a professional racing driver. The threat of death or serious injury are just a couple of obvious ones. Beyond that, it seems unfathomable why a pro-driver would jack it all in when in the prime of life and at the zenith of his career, especially if he still had a contract with the best team in F1 safely stashed away in his sock draw. But I suppose, by the standards of 2016, an F1 World Champion quitting five days after being crowned was small beer next to the geo-political summersaults and mass extinctions of much loved musicians and performers. Perhaps we should have been expecting it? But it certainly threw me and host of other so called 'expert analysts'.
Racing drivers usually quit because they would look idiotic turning up to a race clutching their helmets without a drive. The writing is on the wall when you can no longer get anything to race, or all that's left is the total no hope s
t-box on the back of the grid, assuming the team even get that far. And if you've tasted the lukewarm, sweet, sticky Champagne enough times on the podium, whatever they serve up at the other end of the paddock is unlikely to be sufficiently tempting. So you bow out ignominiously. No. The way to do it is to leave them wanting more, to exit stage left and not milk the applause. This way its the audience who are left feeling hungry. But it takes enormous strength to push the plate away with a few more tasty morsels still to go. The skill is not knowing when you're full, but knowing when you've had sufficient nourishment to last a lifetime.
For a guy who spent nine years struggling up the rickety ladder to F1 and didn't get a full time drive until he was 32, the idea of bowing out before I'd even started is somewhat confusing. But then, most of my career was confusing and atypical. So we'll not draw that comparison any further. Actually, looking at the notable others in the pantheon, stopping in one's early 30's is not so unusual. Sir JYS did it at 34, Scheckter, Hunt, Hakkinen, Raikkonen, and even Lauda all quit completely or temporarily even earlier than that, whilst Hawthorn retired at 29, albeit possibly for medical reasons. Clearly, being a professional racing driver takes its toll somewhere. It can't be the fab glittery high life the magazines would have us believe all the time, or they'd keep going till they needed to come into the pits for an afternoon kip. So at this point I will invoke insight from personal experience, if I may.
I know it looks like anyone could do it on the television, but driving an F1 car requires an extraordinary amount of commitment, concentration and preparation. Especially these days when the cars are the equivalent of an electronic Rubric Cube. The steering wheel doesn't just steer anymore. It controls almost all aspects of the car's performance. There are controls upon controls that do stuff that most people couldn't even imagine anyone wanting, let alone remembering what they did. What this means is that the days of just turning up and checking that the belts still fit and reminding yourself which team you're driving for this weekend, have long gone, never to return. Mentally, and physically its a lot of work. There are a lot of calculations to make under extreme pressure, exhaustion and dehydration. A race weekend is a highly condensed, intense, emotional pressure cooker, often with jet lag. And if that is not enough, remembering to avoid crashing, either on your own or with someone, else will up the ante. OK. Its fun, too. But after a few thousand laps of some anodyne circuit, it can get un-fun, believe it or not.
In addition to that there is all the PR work. Diddums, I hear you say. Well, admittedly, its not the most difficult part of the job but after the ten thousandth time you've been asked the same testing question in five different languages (Nico has several first languages) it can get a little tedious. We are talking a relentless amount of appearances all over the world during the racing season as well as the off season. No wonder Lewis has a limit in his contract. Its a competitive advantage to cut that work load out of your life. After a decade of this, drivers start to wilt visibly in interviews. Jenson Button was almost running out of the paddock in Abu Dhabi. And that was before the race!
And it can get personal, too. Remember, for quite a few races after Spa 2014, Nico was booed on the podium, quite unfairly, in my view. That can hurt. And there was acrimony within the team, the team that Nico had served faithfully for many seasons. Nico is a very hard worker. I have never heard any suggestion that he ever swung the lead. He was always stoic and totally professional in the face of some humiliating defeats and incidents, too. These things take their toll. The massive retainer could be seen as fair compensation, though, for a relatively little bit of agro. No doubt it tempts you to endure more suffering ... until you reach the point that a few million more wont make much difference. Imagine that!
But perhaps the most rational reason for quitting at the top is that you stay there. Forever. If I had stopped after my Championship in 1996 I would have one of the best winning averages of all time; 22 wins from 66 starts. But I didn't. Never mind. I thought there was one more Championship in me, in the right car. All I would have had to do was beat Mika Hakkinen in his home team, McLaren. On second thoughts, just as well I put the phone down on Ron. Ah well. History. But Nico? All he'd have to do is beat Lewis again. And here is the biggest reason for a racing driver calling it a day; having to turn your guts inside out to win and then thinking of having to go though all that again. Remember Sir Steve Redgrave?
I remember watching a tennis match once. Roger Federer had made it through to yet another final. He would be up against Andy Murray (now Sir Andy. Congratulations). After Roger had publicly gutted his semi-final opponent the interviewer asked him how he felt about the coming final against Andy. "Its not easy for Andy" he sympathetically commented, before adding, "He's up against me". Huge applause and laughter ensued. Andy was beaten already.
To beat a guy like Lewis Hamilton is not easy. He's the quickest, for one. Also, he's frighteningly competitive. I know he comes from Stevenage, but he might as well come from a favela in Sao Paulo. He's a street fighting man. He'll use gamesmanship to get the edge. His default mindset is, 'I am the best' and nothing really dents that. Mercedes was Nico's home before Lewis turned up. There was something of the fairy tale about the pairing. The two of them had a dream, back when they karted together, that one day they'd both become World Champions. Nice. Sweet. But now they were grown up. Lewis made the team dance to his tunes. Nico politely stood back and watched the leaders acquiesce to the star's demands. He was, after all, demonstrably quicker and already a World Champion. But occasionally he had his off days. Nico made sure he was ready for those moments. He worked hard and dedicated himself to not being totally overturned by this interloper.
Inevitably, Lewis bagged the most swag which rather put Nico in the shade. It didn't help that Lewis rubbed it in somewhat by making the odd comment that also put Nico in a bad light as well as the shade. Nico could hardly be blamed for being born well off and living in Monaco. Still, these were all little psychological tests Lewis was dishing out. Like the cap tossing episode in Austin after Lewis had just captured his third World Crown to Nico's nil. Tellingly, Nico immediately returned the runner up cap to Lewis in the same offhand way. 'No', he was saying. 'I won't be defeated'. Something was eating him. Something was telling him not to give up. Not just yet.
He could have just given up there and then, called it a day, retired hurt and beaten and licked his wounds on his boat in Ibiza with his wife and their new child. But he didn't. He could have decided to be a good number two to Lewis. That would not the be end of the world, after all. He could have taken the money and had a cushy life. But he didn't. Perhaps a little fortuitously, after claiming his third title, Lewis got off the gas a bit and onto the Champagne before the 2015 season was actually over. This gave Nico a little window of opportunity as he reeled off three impressive wins in a row and brought his Lewis beating pole position tally to six consecutive poles by the close of play in 2015. This put a bit of a spring in his step and after four races into 2016, Nico had extended this winning streak to seven!
Admittedly, Lewis had back luck on the mechanical side and this, sadly, would herald the beginning of the end for the Nico-Lewis buddy tale. Lewis raised the question as to why Mercedes would have transferred his faithful team of mechanics onto Nico's car. What's that all about, eh? The seeds of suspicion were duly planted and started to germinate nicely. Maybe one day we'll get the whole story but on the face of it Nico had pulled off a bit of a coup. But it was Nico, after all, who had typically had the worst of the reliability issues in previous seasons. Now it was Lewis' turn. And boy, did that not go down well. But if Nico was going to beat Lewis he had to fight fire with fire and if its not in your nature to scrap, it can be a difficult transition.
The 2016 Nico was necessarily a different beast. He hired a sports psychologist, which Lewis turned into a point of criticism of his opponent. What self respecting sport's person resorts to psychology? Well, Nico, I guess. But he went further than that. In Japan, whilst Lewis was SnapChatting bunny rabbit ears onto himself in the press conference, Nico was mulling over what he had learned from a Japanese Zen master. It was after this weekend, after beating Lewis, when he decided to call it a day if he won the Championship. He didn't tell us. He didn't tell Mercedes. He didn't even tell his dad. He just thought it to himself, as far as we know.
In Abu Dhabi I was in the Mercedes garage throughout the race. The atmosphere was extremely tense. The possibility of calamity hung over the entire team like a hungry vulture. Although the mechanics showed no sign of it. One of them even fell asleep as if he didn't have a care in the world. Remember what is riding on these guys shoulders; fumble a wheel gun and you have changed the course of F1 history. Bemused celebrities were ushered in and out of the garage at various stages of the race. Perhaps significantly one of them was Roger Federer, used to the hype and the fizz of a title fight he looked cool as a cucumber. I wonder if he was thinking, "I can't be easy for Nico. He's up against Lewis"? Sure enough, Lewis had one more trick up his sleeve. You could almost see the sweat squirting out of Nico's helmet as Lewis backed him into the drawling fangs of the Ferrari, helpfully, perhaps, steered by fellow German, Sebastian Vettel. But he was out of laps and out of ideas. Short of doing a Dick Dastardly, Lewis was stymied. The 'lesser man' had won the title, if not the last race, so no cap tossing this time.
Almost immediately he got out of the car Nico was a changed man. Brought up a 'son of...' (I can relate to that) he had finally earned his right to be called Mr. Rosberg. No more being the low value card in racing driver Top Trumps. He'd fulfilled his life long ambition, to become World Champion. But more important than anything else - it seemed to me - was that he had beaten Lewis. It was virtually all he talked about. "It feels I've been racing Lewis all my life" he explained, as if Lewis was a kind of illness he'd been suffering from. That and how 'horrible' the tension was in driving with the World Championship only inches away from his grasp and how the whole season had been like a long nightmare, a torture. It was this experience that had done it for him. He knew what it had taken to beat Lewis. He had to give everything he had, totally and to the exclusion of all else. Yes, he had won. But do it again? Not right this minute, if you don't mind. Of course, he had yet to reveal his final career move.
I could understand him wanting a break. But I think Nico could see the truth. He was no Lewis Hamilton. He had to push himself to the very edges of himself to beat him and in that process you learn where your limits lie, where you fit in the hierarchy of talent. The 'Information' comes to you through the experience. You find out what you always needed to know and knowing that, what more is there to learn?
The GOATS, the greatest drivers of all time, can be beaten. I've done it. I know. But they can't be beaten over and over again. They are simply too good. In the toughest race of my career in Suzuka 1994, I had to push myself out of my own body to beat Michael Schumacher. I can remember thinking, 'God! I can't breath!' There is only so many times you can do that to yourself. But also, you no longer feel the need. You know how good they are, and you know how good you are. There is no shame in accepting that. You can at least say you've visited that high place where the Gods live.
A few years back I was having breakfast at an event with Franz Klammer, the downhill skiing God, as you do. We talked about whether a British skier would ever win a World Cup Downhill. 'Not possible', he bluntly replied. 'Too many good skiers in Austria already. They only take the very best. And the air is very thin at that level'. I knew exactly what he was saying and he wasn't talking about the geographical altitude. He was talking about the physiological and psychological altitude; the stratosphere of human limits.
After Austin 2015 Nico vowed that he 'didn't ever want to experience that again'. Well, he'll never get that Austin feeling ever again. He'll never get that Abu Dhabi feeling again, either. But maybe its like a painting? There comes a point where more paint doesn't make it any better. And he's achieved a kind of eternal victory over Lewis. He's left the table with all his winnings. Smart kid, is Nico. I admire this about him; he's fulfilled all his promises to himself. There's just one more he has to keep, but I don't doubt for a second that he'll keep it.
WHAT GOES UP, STAYS UP
By Damon Hill
4 hours ago
There plenty of reasons to give up being a professional racing driver. The threat of death or serious injury are just a couple of obvious ones. Beyond that, it seems unfathomable why a pro-driver would jack it all in when in the prime of life and at the zenith of his career, especially if he still had a contract with the best team in F1 safely stashed away in his sock draw. But I suppose, by the standards of 2016, an F1 World Champion quitting five days after being crowned was small beer next to the geo-political summersaults and mass extinctions of much loved musicians and performers. Perhaps we should have been expecting it? But it certainly threw me and host of other so called 'expert analysts'.
Racing drivers usually quit because they would look idiotic turning up to a race clutching their helmets without a drive. The writing is on the wall when you can no longer get anything to race, or all that's left is the total no hope s
t-box on the back of the grid, assuming the team even get that far. And if you've tasted the lukewarm, sweet, sticky Champagne enough times on the podium, whatever they serve up at the other end of the paddock is unlikely to be sufficiently tempting. So you bow out ignominiously. No. The way to do it is to leave them wanting more, to exit stage left and not milk the applause. This way its the audience who are left feeling hungry. But it takes enormous strength to push the plate away with a few more tasty morsels still to go. The skill is not knowing when you're full, but knowing when you've had sufficient nourishment to last a lifetime.For a guy who spent nine years struggling up the rickety ladder to F1 and didn't get a full time drive until he was 32, the idea of bowing out before I'd even started is somewhat confusing. But then, most of my career was confusing and atypical. So we'll not draw that comparison any further. Actually, looking at the notable others in the pantheon, stopping in one's early 30's is not so unusual. Sir JYS did it at 34, Scheckter, Hunt, Hakkinen, Raikkonen, and even Lauda all quit completely or temporarily even earlier than that, whilst Hawthorn retired at 29, albeit possibly for medical reasons. Clearly, being a professional racing driver takes its toll somewhere. It can't be the fab glittery high life the magazines would have us believe all the time, or they'd keep going till they needed to come into the pits for an afternoon kip. So at this point I will invoke insight from personal experience, if I may.
I know it looks like anyone could do it on the television, but driving an F1 car requires an extraordinary amount of commitment, concentration and preparation. Especially these days when the cars are the equivalent of an electronic Rubric Cube. The steering wheel doesn't just steer anymore. It controls almost all aspects of the car's performance. There are controls upon controls that do stuff that most people couldn't even imagine anyone wanting, let alone remembering what they did. What this means is that the days of just turning up and checking that the belts still fit and reminding yourself which team you're driving for this weekend, have long gone, never to return. Mentally, and physically its a lot of work. There are a lot of calculations to make under extreme pressure, exhaustion and dehydration. A race weekend is a highly condensed, intense, emotional pressure cooker, often with jet lag. And if that is not enough, remembering to avoid crashing, either on your own or with someone, else will up the ante. OK. Its fun, too. But after a few thousand laps of some anodyne circuit, it can get un-fun, believe it or not.
In addition to that there is all the PR work. Diddums, I hear you say. Well, admittedly, its not the most difficult part of the job but after the ten thousandth time you've been asked the same testing question in five different languages (Nico has several first languages) it can get a little tedious. We are talking a relentless amount of appearances all over the world during the racing season as well as the off season. No wonder Lewis has a limit in his contract. Its a competitive advantage to cut that work load out of your life. After a decade of this, drivers start to wilt visibly in interviews. Jenson Button was almost running out of the paddock in Abu Dhabi. And that was before the race!
And it can get personal, too. Remember, for quite a few races after Spa 2014, Nico was booed on the podium, quite unfairly, in my view. That can hurt. And there was acrimony within the team, the team that Nico had served faithfully for many seasons. Nico is a very hard worker. I have never heard any suggestion that he ever swung the lead. He was always stoic and totally professional in the face of some humiliating defeats and incidents, too. These things take their toll. The massive retainer could be seen as fair compensation, though, for a relatively little bit of agro. No doubt it tempts you to endure more suffering ... until you reach the point that a few million more wont make much difference. Imagine that!
But perhaps the most rational reason for quitting at the top is that you stay there. Forever. If I had stopped after my Championship in 1996 I would have one of the best winning averages of all time; 22 wins from 66 starts. But I didn't. Never mind. I thought there was one more Championship in me, in the right car. All I would have had to do was beat Mika Hakkinen in his home team, McLaren. On second thoughts, just as well I put the phone down on Ron. Ah well. History. But Nico? All he'd have to do is beat Lewis again. And here is the biggest reason for a racing driver calling it a day; having to turn your guts inside out to win and then thinking of having to go though all that again. Remember Sir Steve Redgrave?
I remember watching a tennis match once. Roger Federer had made it through to yet another final. He would be up against Andy Murray (now Sir Andy. Congratulations). After Roger had publicly gutted his semi-final opponent the interviewer asked him how he felt about the coming final against Andy. "Its not easy for Andy" he sympathetically commented, before adding, "He's up against me". Huge applause and laughter ensued. Andy was beaten already.
To beat a guy like Lewis Hamilton is not easy. He's the quickest, for one. Also, he's frighteningly competitive. I know he comes from Stevenage, but he might as well come from a favela in Sao Paulo. He's a street fighting man. He'll use gamesmanship to get the edge. His default mindset is, 'I am the best' and nothing really dents that. Mercedes was Nico's home before Lewis turned up. There was something of the fairy tale about the pairing. The two of them had a dream, back when they karted together, that one day they'd both become World Champions. Nice. Sweet. But now they were grown up. Lewis made the team dance to his tunes. Nico politely stood back and watched the leaders acquiesce to the star's demands. He was, after all, demonstrably quicker and already a World Champion. But occasionally he had his off days. Nico made sure he was ready for those moments. He worked hard and dedicated himself to not being totally overturned by this interloper.
Inevitably, Lewis bagged the most swag which rather put Nico in the shade. It didn't help that Lewis rubbed it in somewhat by making the odd comment that also put Nico in a bad light as well as the shade. Nico could hardly be blamed for being born well off and living in Monaco. Still, these were all little psychological tests Lewis was dishing out. Like the cap tossing episode in Austin after Lewis had just captured his third World Crown to Nico's nil. Tellingly, Nico immediately returned the runner up cap to Lewis in the same offhand way. 'No', he was saying. 'I won't be defeated'. Something was eating him. Something was telling him not to give up. Not just yet.
He could have just given up there and then, called it a day, retired hurt and beaten and licked his wounds on his boat in Ibiza with his wife and their new child. But he didn't. He could have decided to be a good number two to Lewis. That would not the be end of the world, after all. He could have taken the money and had a cushy life. But he didn't. Perhaps a little fortuitously, after claiming his third title, Lewis got off the gas a bit and onto the Champagne before the 2015 season was actually over. This gave Nico a little window of opportunity as he reeled off three impressive wins in a row and brought his Lewis beating pole position tally to six consecutive poles by the close of play in 2015. This put a bit of a spring in his step and after four races into 2016, Nico had extended this winning streak to seven!
Admittedly, Lewis had back luck on the mechanical side and this, sadly, would herald the beginning of the end for the Nico-Lewis buddy tale. Lewis raised the question as to why Mercedes would have transferred his faithful team of mechanics onto Nico's car. What's that all about, eh? The seeds of suspicion were duly planted and started to germinate nicely. Maybe one day we'll get the whole story but on the face of it Nico had pulled off a bit of a coup. But it was Nico, after all, who had typically had the worst of the reliability issues in previous seasons. Now it was Lewis' turn. And boy, did that not go down well. But if Nico was going to beat Lewis he had to fight fire with fire and if its not in your nature to scrap, it can be a difficult transition.
The 2016 Nico was necessarily a different beast. He hired a sports psychologist, which Lewis turned into a point of criticism of his opponent. What self respecting sport's person resorts to psychology? Well, Nico, I guess. But he went further than that. In Japan, whilst Lewis was SnapChatting bunny rabbit ears onto himself in the press conference, Nico was mulling over what he had learned from a Japanese Zen master. It was after this weekend, after beating Lewis, when he decided to call it a day if he won the Championship. He didn't tell us. He didn't tell Mercedes. He didn't even tell his dad. He just thought it to himself, as far as we know.
In Abu Dhabi I was in the Mercedes garage throughout the race. The atmosphere was extremely tense. The possibility of calamity hung over the entire team like a hungry vulture. Although the mechanics showed no sign of it. One of them even fell asleep as if he didn't have a care in the world. Remember what is riding on these guys shoulders; fumble a wheel gun and you have changed the course of F1 history. Bemused celebrities were ushered in and out of the garage at various stages of the race. Perhaps significantly one of them was Roger Federer, used to the hype and the fizz of a title fight he looked cool as a cucumber. I wonder if he was thinking, "I can't be easy for Nico. He's up against Lewis"? Sure enough, Lewis had one more trick up his sleeve. You could almost see the sweat squirting out of Nico's helmet as Lewis backed him into the drawling fangs of the Ferrari, helpfully, perhaps, steered by fellow German, Sebastian Vettel. But he was out of laps and out of ideas. Short of doing a Dick Dastardly, Lewis was stymied. The 'lesser man' had won the title, if not the last race, so no cap tossing this time.
Almost immediately he got out of the car Nico was a changed man. Brought up a 'son of...' (I can relate to that) he had finally earned his right to be called Mr. Rosberg. No more being the low value card in racing driver Top Trumps. He'd fulfilled his life long ambition, to become World Champion. But more important than anything else - it seemed to me - was that he had beaten Lewis. It was virtually all he talked about. "It feels I've been racing Lewis all my life" he explained, as if Lewis was a kind of illness he'd been suffering from. That and how 'horrible' the tension was in driving with the World Championship only inches away from his grasp and how the whole season had been like a long nightmare, a torture. It was this experience that had done it for him. He knew what it had taken to beat Lewis. He had to give everything he had, totally and to the exclusion of all else. Yes, he had won. But do it again? Not right this minute, if you don't mind. Of course, he had yet to reveal his final career move.
I could understand him wanting a break. But I think Nico could see the truth. He was no Lewis Hamilton. He had to push himself to the very edges of himself to beat him and in that process you learn where your limits lie, where you fit in the hierarchy of talent. The 'Information' comes to you through the experience. You find out what you always needed to know and knowing that, what more is there to learn?
The GOATS, the greatest drivers of all time, can be beaten. I've done it. I know. But they can't be beaten over and over again. They are simply too good. In the toughest race of my career in Suzuka 1994, I had to push myself out of my own body to beat Michael Schumacher. I can remember thinking, 'God! I can't breath!' There is only so many times you can do that to yourself. But also, you no longer feel the need. You know how good they are, and you know how good you are. There is no shame in accepting that. You can at least say you've visited that high place where the Gods live.
A few years back I was having breakfast at an event with Franz Klammer, the downhill skiing God, as you do. We talked about whether a British skier would ever win a World Cup Downhill. 'Not possible', he bluntly replied. 'Too many good skiers in Austria already. They only take the very best. And the air is very thin at that level'. I knew exactly what he was saying and he wasn't talking about the geographical altitude. He was talking about the physiological and psychological altitude; the stratosphere of human limits.
After Austin 2015 Nico vowed that he 'didn't ever want to experience that again'. Well, he'll never get that Austin feeling ever again. He'll never get that Abu Dhabi feeling again, either. But maybe its like a painting? There comes a point where more paint doesn't make it any better. And he's achieved a kind of eternal victory over Lewis. He's left the table with all his winnings. Smart kid, is Nico. I admire this about him; he's fulfilled all his promises to himself. There's just one more he has to keep, but I don't doubt for a second that he'll keep it.
Fantastic read, really does put into perspective the nonsense that is written on here and elsewhere about these guys by people who have no clue how things work at that level of sport.
I hugely admire Nico for what he achieved and subsequently did last season. Going in, despite having a young family (a hugely important factor), and putting absolutely everything on the table to beat a guy that you know deep down is simply ever so slightly better than you.
I hugely admire Nico for what he achieved and subsequently did last season. Going in, despite having a young family (a hugely important factor), and putting absolutely everything on the table to beat a guy that you know deep down is simply ever so slightly better than you.
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