8/31/2006 0 Comments Istanbul It was the penultimate round of the season, and under glorious skies and amidst insane heat, David Cameron brings you all the behind-the-scenes action It was the pools that gave it away. If you didn't look at the weather forecast, if you couldn't tell by the already climbing temperature, then the two pools in the paddock - one behind the Arden pits, and a much larger one out the back at FMS - were irrefutable indicators of the extreme heat to come.
But it wasn't the heat that had Hiroki Yoshimoto worried. "I've got food poisoning," he moaned as he walked gingerly towards the pitlane, clearly in pain and wishing he was anywhere but there. "I had fish and a salad in town last night. I guess it was the salad being washed in the water that did it." Yoshimoto had been busy since the race in Hungary, having flown straight over to Japan to drive in a round of the immensely popular GT series in his homeland - fifth, but disappointed that he had no testing before the event, in case you were wondering - and then flew straight into Istanbul, only to be mugged by his stomach. "It's agony," he sighed as he rounded the corner into the pitlane. "It's like someone stuck a knife into my guts, and then just kept doing it." Unsurprisingly he didn't figure in the free practice session, which featured a lot of mostly harmless spins as everyone learnt the fastest way to drive around the quick, undulating circuit. Nelson Piquet was the fastest man at the end of the session, picking up where he left off two weeks earlier, just beating Giorgio Pantano to the top time. He was also one of the fastest men back to the paddock, so as to get back and relax in the growing heat. As soon as he got back he was into the truck to change into a new pair of trunks, and was straight into the FMS pool. He was shortly joined by Jason Tahinci, taking a break from the heavy demands of racing at his home circuit, and team boss Paolo Coloni, who looked very, very happy at his decision to bring the pool. "You should make the press conferences here," he laughed. "You could put the board behind us, some seats around, and the first ones here could sit in the pool across from the drivers!" It would have been a popular move with the journalists, although FOM may have had some problems with the arrangement. Giorgio Pantano sat on the bench next to the pool watching the proceedings, but couldn't be convinced to come in; he is Italian after all, and was probably worried about messing up his hair. Piquet, reflecting on the recent upturn in fortunes at FMS, joked "I'm gonna pay him €500 to let me have pole, isn't that right Giorgio?" "For sure: I need the money!" "Yeah, and he's gonna give me €500 if he takes the pole off me." "What?" the Italian stammered, suddenly losing the plot of the joke, before realising the obvious answer: "Hey Paolo, if I get pole today, you gotta give me a €500 bonus!" "Si, okay." "Really? No wait: I want some more!" Piquet's teammate Xandi Negrao was having a lot less fun than his countryman: having been stung on the ear by a wasp he was sitting glumly in the hospitality area holding an ice-filled tissue to his ear while Piquet's PR representative Rebecca Banks fussed around him. "You should go to the medical centre," she insisted. "It could get much worse if its not treated." "Bah!" scoffed Leo, Negrao's physio. "He is Brazilian; this is just a scratch for him. If he was English, he might die!" His driver just sat there quietly until Leo wandered off, allowing him to go to the medical centre and not lose face in front of his friend, before returning shortly after with a massive brick of some frozen substance against his ear and a big smile on his face. Perhaps unsurprisingly, qualifying fell to Piquet too, extending an astonishing run and reducing the deficit in the championship to Lewis Hamilton. But it was a close run thing. The Brazilian came out on track with everyone else at the start of the session, but was back in the pits next time around to get a few vital tweaks to his car. Two minutes later he was back out, and his lap was one second faster than anyone. He could afford to relax for the rest of the session; Pantano looked to be the closest man on track with a time just three tenths back until, on the very last lap of the session, Jose Maria Lopez missed Piquet's time by just 0.004. "It was okay," the Argentine sighed during the press conference (held in the hospitality unit as usual, sadly). "I mean you can always do better, everybody can be better." "We've got the momentum at the right stage of the championship," the polesitter noted, "right at the end, and things are going very well. I hope it continues, and we continue to do a good job." "No, it's because now, after one year and a half, he knows how to drive this car!" Pantano laughed. "He's going quicker now. I try to do my best. I think, I hope, it's not easy for Nelson tomorrow." "I don't know; I'm not going to say anything," said Lopez when asked to forecast the next day's race. "Last time I said it wouldn't be easy for him, I finished eighth and he won by half a lap!" Jason Tahinci was everywhere over the weekend, and it seemed a little overwhelming for a driver who had never had remotely close to this level of scrutiny before. His sponsor also presented the race weekend, his picture was seen in most petrol stations in the country, he was seen in television commercials all weekend, and when he blew an engine in qualifying it made the national news. Nevertheless, he bore it well. When asked in an interview in the Paddock Club what is was like to see himself everywhere in the country, he noted: "I guess it's weird, because people are coming up and ask for my autograph in the street, and that's unusual. But I'm used to seeing myself because I look in the mirror every morning, so it's not that strange, I guess." Will Buxton, hosting the event, couldn't help but mutter "Ponse!" under his breath "Come on, everyone looks in the mirror in the morning!" "Well, you do have very nice hair." "Of course I do – I'm the public face of Petrol Ofisi!" This followed on from an event put on by his sponsor at Reina, the most famous nightclub in Istanbul and with a view unmatched anywhere, sitting as it does underneath the bridge over the Bosphorus. Christina Aguilera was due to headline the night but decided she didn't want to fly, handing the night over to Missy Elliot to get her freak on instead. "Tell Lucas he can't dance," Tahinci whispered as he passed di Grassi's table at lunchtime on Saturday, laughing like a drain as he went. "Lucas says neither can you, but at least he's Brazilian," came the reply at the coffee machine, to his further amusement. The pair had spent a lot of time together at the club the night before, and they bantered back and forth all the way to a signing session at the merchandise area. "I had three girls all over me last night at Reina – they recognised me from the ads." "Sounds good so far." "Yeah, but what can I do with three girls?" "If you're having a problem with that, you can always call me: I'm happy to help you out!" The autograph session was mayhem, with more people out front than had ever appeared at a signing previously. The pair kept up the repartee while giving the ever calm Javier Villa a hand ("keep signing Javi, keep signing") and from time to time throwing signed Bridgestone hats into the crowd, causing a surge that threatened to swamp Will Buxton in front of them, much to their amusement. Eventually they were back into the minibus en route to the paddock, with Jason helping everyone else to learn Turkish: "Just remember the most important words in the Turkish language: siktir git." Standing in the paddock, every car lined up and ready to be pushed up to the pitlane ahead of race one, Piquet's physio Alan stood in the middle of them, hands entwined with the metal fence and looking at the sky. "It's too hot," he sighed, worried about his driver, his friend. "I saw the clouds this morning and thought yes, we're gonna get some rain. But now…" he looked up at the clear, heat-hazed blue sky and sighed again. If he was worried about the effect the extreme heat would have on Piquet, he needn't have bothered. When the lights went out the Brazilian was off like his tail was on fire, and the rest of the field didn't see him again until the race was run. Behind him Lopez was slow away, dropping like a stone through the grid as Premat made an astounding start to put himself second, only to be passed a lap later by Pantano, followed next time along the front straight by Hamilton, who was waved on his way in pursuit of his arch rival. It was only a matter of time before the Briton claimed second position, and he did it with a strong overtaking move on Pantano at the end of the rear straight after drafting him from the chicane. Although the championship contenders were now running one-two, there was nothing Hamilton could do about the pace of Piquet, and the Brazilian ran out a comfortable win, eighteen seconds ahead of Hamilton, whose teammate picked up another podium after Pantano retired with a damaged car. When asked if his third race win in a row had been easy, Piquet noted: " I couldn't make any mistakes, and the pitstop had to go perfectly to stay in front of him after the pitstops. Everything had to go right, and that's how it happened. I didn't make any mistakes, the pitstop went well, and we continued opening the gap." "To come from fifth was really good for us," Hamilton replied, before being interrupted by Piquet's mobile phone, which he held up to the microphone and laughed as it played the Brazilian national anthem. Even the Briton laughed eventually, before adding: "We needed more points, as Nelson was getting very close. It was good because we had quite good pace but we were not as quick as Nelson; otherwise we could have been closer." "I have to say congratulations to Nelsinho because today he was so quick, and I think he did a really good job," Premat said at the press conference. "I tried to keep up with him but it's difficult, because Nelson is so fucking fast!" Eleven o'clock on Saturday night and many of the teams were still working up and down the paddock, under floodlights, to get the cars ready for tomorrow. Durango were one of the remaining teams, and two of the mechanics snuck buckets of water into their pit to soak each other, as a joke and to combat the heat. The other mechanics howled with outrage before laughing, chasing each other around and then toweling off and going back to work. Piquet was the only driver still in the paddock, working his usual hours as he went through the paperwork and talked with his engineers long into the night. Taking the quad bike to get to the toilet, a long hike far from the paddock, before coming back and performing tricks to amuse himself, standing up and throwing wheelies, going round in circles on two wheels and so on, before parking up out the back and walking back up the stairs of the truck to see his engineers again. The next morning there was a longer wait than usual, as the race was going out at the regular time in Europe, which meant a two hour delay to the programme on local time. It also meant the local weather had another chance to build up a head of steam before race time. "I just need to start!" poleman Xandi Negrao had said the night before. "Last year both times I started on pole it was really disappointing; one time the first gear didn't come and just tried to go first, first, first but it didn't come, and the other race the car didn't even start! Just that would be, not a victory, but a good beginning." Sitting on the grid Felipe Massa, friend and fellow polesitter, came over to shake hands and wish him well, but it didn't help much: although he got off the line this time, Negrao was very slow and was easily passed by fellow front row starter Andreas Zuber into turn one. Adam Carroll almost got by too, but Negrao threw his car back at the Ulsterman and bumped him back to third: it would only last for two more laps, however, as the Brazilian retired with a broken steering wheel. Carroll now had the chance to take the fight to Zuber, and the pair battled for the lead for almost the entire race. As good as that fight was, the excitement was further back down the field. Hamilton, up to sixth and sitting right behind his title rival, spun on his own on lap two and dropped down to sixteenth, spinning his car back in front of the few remaining drivers that hadn't passed and heading off on what looked like an impossible pursuit of a points finish. Most people watching thought that the championship appeared to be over, but they had discounted the Briton far, far too cheaply. On successive laps Hamilton's position changed as follows: sixteenth, fourteenth, twelfth, eleventh, tenth, ninth, eighth, seventh, sixth, sixth, fifth. Further up the grid Piquet was stuck behind Timo Glock, never an easy man to overtake at the best of times; despite being clearly faster, the Brazilian couldn't find a way past. Glock had nothing to lose, and was looking to cut some more points out of the gap to Premat in the championship, so Piquet had to accept that three points were better than none. Until he had Hamilton on his tail, that is. At the press conference the day before, Hamilton had bemoaned the fact that the pair had not had the chance to fight wheel to wheel, but suddenly it had come, and the Briton lapped it up. He sat on Piquet's tail for a lap before pouncing, at the end of the back straight which had given him most of his earlier scalps, and was straight onto the tail of Glock. He tried to go around the outside, to no avail. He looked to the inside, and that worked just as well. For five laps the pair fought each other at every turn, with Piquet snapping at their tails, and even back between them at one stage. It was the best fight seen in the series since that famous race two at the Nurburgring last year. It was as though no one dared to breathe in the paddock and pitlane for five whole laps. But Hamilton had the momentum in the race, and somehow found a way through. Once released he caught Carroll hand over foot, and blew past on the final lap to claim second behind Zuber, who was already celebrating his win, along with the fact that the race didn't last any longer, given the astonishing pace of the second placed man. "We knew we were quick yesterday," Zuber smiled afterwards, "but not quick enough in the race. We knew it was possible to win today, and the team worked so hard to make sure it was right. The whole year they've done a great job, but now this is the first weekend where everything for me was perfect. And we won." "You know, you keep that hope inside you, and you push until the end," a delirious Hamilton blurted. "I never give up, ever. With Glock it was difficult because I was a lot quicker than him, and he put up an awesome fight: he just wouldn't give up that position! I think he put up an awesome fight, and to come that strong up against me; I think there were just centimeters between us, if that! I'm surprised we didn't come off, but thankfully he drove very well and we were very fair to each other, and I came out on top." Not everyone was as happy about the final result or, more particularly, Hamilton's speed in the race. Piquet was relatively subdued back in the paddock: "Yeah, coming from sixteenth in the sprint race, it was a little crazy how fast he was. He did a good race, no mistakes, everything. I've got nothing to say: he did a good job. I was a bit too cautious, and Timo was aggressive because he wasn't fighting for the championship, so for me to tackle him it would be too easy for us to touch. "I didn't think Lewis could come back up, so I thought if I stay here in the top five it's great, if I overtake Glock even better, but I didn't want to risk a lot because I knew Lewis was in the back and he wasn't going to come back up. But suddenly that happened." Glock was a little more succinct: " It's strange that Lewis can go at such a better pace from Saturday to Sunday: on Saturday he was average, and on Sunday he's fucking going through the whole field, so I don't know… Sure our cars aren't perfect, but it can't be that he can brake fifty metres later than everybody else. I'm not talking about them cheating, but maybe they can explain how they found so much more pace between Saturday and Sunday…" Nonetheless he had brought himself within three points of third in the championship. But the fight everyone was looking at was for the title, and Hamilton had eased his lead out to ten points with just two races remaining. Looking forward to Monza, Piquet was sanguine about his chances there: "I don't know what will happen, but we'll try and win more races there. "If we win the championship, great, if not, bad luck. We're just going to try our best."
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8/15/2006 0 Comments BudapestLife in the pitlane when you're waiting for something to happen on track is a strange place to be, a mixture of anticipation and boredom in equal measure. "It's wet, wet, wet."
"Does that mean love is all around us?" "How long have you been coming to races now? When has that word ever been used here?" "Yeah, good point. You won't put that in the blog, will you?" "Of course not." Feeble jokes aside, it was showery for much of the weekend, which was a problem for most people as, if they've been to Budapest before, they knew that it has never a. rained or b. been cold in the history of the Hungarian Grand Prix, and they dressed accordingly. Or at least, that was my excuse. And the drivers were soon looking for excuses too, with so many of them getting caught out in the tricky conditions of free practice. Some of the newer drivers went off, including Luca Filippi and Javi Villa (who prompted a few people in the paddock to wonder as to whether, being from Spain, he had actually seen rain in his young life), but the big shock of the session was when Lewis Hamilton lost control of his car and put it into the barrier at turn 11; it was his first ever spin in a GP2 car. To make things worse for the Briton his arch rival Nelson Piquet Jr took the top time by over a second as he walked back to the paddock. It was there that the full extent of the damage became apparent as the ART mechanics set to work replacing everything down the left side of Hamilton's car, creating a pile of bent metal and broken carbon fibre in the small space out the back between the ART and BCN pits. One of the mechanics was tasked to rebuild the gearbox, a slow and painstaking task at the best of times, but his driver sat and watched all the way through, occasionally asking questions as the mechanic carefully slid one cog into place before oiling the top, spreading it evenly with a small brush and selecting the next cog to repeat the process all over again. Over in the Piquet Sports garage and their driver had a different problem. "Why is everyone writing about me going to Super Aguri?" he asked, genuinely puzzled. "I've never said anything more than hello to them." "That's your problem right there: you said hello, they said hello back, someone saw that and put it together from there. 2 plus 2 equals 5." "But if they wanted to know the story then they could come and ask me: it's not like it's hard to find me here." "Sure, but why let the truth get in the way of a good story?" But it wasn't long before they both had bigger things to worry about. Qualifying took place on a dry track under gloomy skies, and while there was some Formula One rubber on track as usual, the grip levels were well down on what they've come to rely on for the session. Piquet, alone among the main challengers went out on used tyres at the start, and it was a gamble that inadvertently paid off in spades. On the first lap out of the pits Hamilton spun his car and stalled his engine, being left behind by the rest of the field. Gesturing frantically for a push, he waited for the marshals to attend to his stricken car and, as the field was coming back around for their first flying lap he slowly crawled onto the racing line with the helmeted marshals all over the rear of his car. Inevitably everyone else's fast lap was destroyed as they slowed to find a way past the stationary car, their new tyres past their prime already. Piquet dived into the pits to wait it out, and when the track was eventually clear (after Hiroki Yoshimoto and Fairuz Fauzy also spun) he had an obvious advantage: an extra set of new tyres. As Hamilton sat by the side of the circuit, his helmeted head in his hands in despair, his rival took pole by six tenths of a second, an age in GP2 terms when the usual gap for pole is one or two tenths. Jose Maria Lopez claimed the remaining front row position, while Michael Ammermüller made Arden's usual qualifying troubles disappear by claiming third, a fraction ahead of Adam Carroll and Alex Premat. "The car was working very well," Piquet noted afterwards, as relaxed and expansive as ever. "Fortunately I didn't get as much traffic as you usually get at this circuit, and I got about two laps out of the four that you can do, so it was quite good. I'm happy." "I think my car was undriveable in qualifying, but what can I do?" a tightly wound Yoshimoto stated back in his pit. "I just have to drive and get the best out of it. My first set were gone because Ammermüller blocked me: I have to thank him for that, and I'm going to tell him to wear bigger glasses. On my second set I was coming over the hill and Lopez just started to slow down like a turtle: I was about to crash into him and I lost everything." He then walked next door for a chat as the German sheepishly walked out front. "Yes maybe I blocked him a little bit," he acknowledged. "I went to the left side but he said it was not enough space for him. But yes, he just said to me maybe next time you can go one metre more to the left." "I went to see him after qualifying to say I was sorry," Lopez admitted, "because I'm one of the first to say that this is a problem. Obviously I can understand why he was so upset because if the same thing happened to me it would be very bad. I think he's had the same problem in the last few races, so I'm just really sorry because I didn't see him." "Yeah, I probably could have been second, but it was tough to get a clear track today," Gimmi Bruni later noted, adding, "unfortunately I got held up by Yoshi." "Not right now," Hamilton stated when asked for a quote about his session, sitting in the gloom at the back of the truck by himself and waiting to hear if he would be penalised for steering onto the racing line in qualifying. "Maybe a bit later." Starting from the back meant that no penalty could be applied, and he was later handed a reprimand instead, much to his relief. The next morning and the rain returned, intermittently but enough to annoy. It meant there was little to do but sit in hospitality and gossip, the drivers bitching good humouredly about each other as their mechanics worked on each part of the car for the fifth time in a row in their pits. There was the usual signing sessions and talk in the Paddock Club, but if you weren't involved in that it meant you had a long, dreary wait indoors for the Formula One cars to get off the track and let the race commence. And when it came, it was a lesson in variable weather driving from Piquet, who just disappeared at the front when the lights went out. Lopez was slow away from second before tapping Ammermüller, who had got by at the start, into a spin and out of the race, allowing Carroll through into second place, with Bruni on his tail. Well behind the pair Timo Glock and Giorgio Pantano were squabbling like school children, and enjoying every minute of it. "Giorgio pushed me out and I really struggled in the second corner," claimed the German. "He said before the race, 'I will overtake you at the start,' and he did it. I said I'd overtake him again like I did in Hockenheim and Magny Cours, so we got it right!" "When I saw him he went to brake over here in the paddock, so I said 'okay, goodbye!'" Pantano later laughed. "He was late braking and we went off, but I was expecting to see that from him!" At the back of the grid Hamilton was doing what he could to minimise the damage, and a good start pushed him up from last to 18th before coming in for an early pitstop so as to get some clear track ahead of him in an attempt to leap through the field in the pits. It may well have worked but for his eagerness to get the stop over with – a drive through penalty for speeding a few laps later took away any natural advantage he had gained. Glock too was in early after falling back into the traffic with Pantano. The German's stop was far more successful than Hamilton's, however, and he was soon in clear air and faster than anyone on track bar Piquet, who was untouchable for speed. The other teams responded when they saw the times, but it was too late: every driver bar the leader came out behind Glock after their pitstops, including Carroll, who changed all four tyres: "Yeah, and I got a shake and a Big Mac with it as well! "We decided to go for four wheels, and it wasn't too much slower but it was just a little slower than we hoped for, really. I came out in ninth place, and I think that was a bit of a shock for all of us!" Piquet also stopped for four tyres, but he had the luxury of time on his side. The stop turned a 45 second lead into 12 seconds at the front, but next time by the pits and the Brazilian was already increasing the margin back to Glock and Bruni. When the Italian's suspension failed Pantano was promoted to the podium and, despite pushing Glock all the way to the finish line, that was how they finished. "I don't know what to say really," Piquet later reflected, "everything worked perfectly. We had a very good start, and the car worked really great from the beginning of the race to the end. That's how every driver wants to do a weekend, and that's how I wish to finish the championship: to drive like that every time." Having added the win to his pole the Brazilian was even more laid back, underselling his performance as ever despite his clear superiority on the day. Hamilton put in an astounding drive to get up to tenth, despite starting from the back and taking a drive through penalty, but on a day where his rival cut his lead in half it wasn't enough. With the door to the ART truck firmly closed after the race, his brother, whose normal bright and cheery demeanour had been temporarily lost in sympathy, said: "I don't know if he's in there or not, but he's not really talking at the moment…" "…" an enormously frustrated Yoshimoto proclaimed after the race, having once again finished his race by the side of the track as a result of a collision with a Frenchman, this time Nicolas Lapierre. "Actually, you better cut the swearing out if you want to print that." Sunday woke up to the downpour that had threatened by proxy all weekend, and the teams worked as much as they could on the cars under cover before starting the long, soaking haul up the hill to the pitlane. The GP2 paddock is in a crater at the bottom of a steep hill up to the F1 paddock next to turn two, and the teams tow all of their equipment up behind a quad bike while the drivers are given the rare opportunity to drive the cars from the paddock to the pitlane rather than trying to push the vehicles up the steep incline. Everybody drove up the hill on old wet tyres, as expected: everyone, that is, bar Yoshimoto, who opted for a slippery ride on new dry tyres. "I start 21st: what have I got to lose?" he noted, not unreasonably. "Besides, it makes life more interesting." Nonetheless he made it safely to the pits, and then to the grid too, a task Pantano was unable to carry out. With the rain easing slightly but small creeks still crossing the track, the Italian lost the back of his car and pitched slowly into the wall. He eventually managed to limp back to the pits where his team set to work on repairing his broken rear wing endplate, and his chief rival was now the clock rather than Glock. Pantano's spin highlighted the poor conditions to race control, who took the inevitable decision to start the race behind the safety car. On lap 3 they were released, and Carroll immediately pressured poleman Lopez into turn one. It was top much for the Argentine, who spun in front of his rival before finding the wall, leaving the door open for Carroll to take the lead and run. Behind him Piquet made a strong start from eighth to be fourth by the end of the first lap, with Hamilton one place back from tenth. Negrao was second as a result of a strong drive the day before, but he undid all of his hard work next time by the pitlane when he spun slowly into the barriers at turn one, promoting Alex Premat to second behind the flying Carroll. Piquet already had a sniff of a second win, and there was no chance he was going to settle for less, no matter what the conditions suggested. He made short work of getting by Premat; certainly far shorter than the Frenchman's teammate behind him, at least; and when Carroll slid off the kerb and bounced into the wall a perfect weekend was in Piquet's pocket. The iSport engineers had done their usual sound job in setting up their cars despite the conditions, allowing Viso and Glock to steam through the field and into the points. There was no love lost between the pair, but their cars were so good that they were able to drag each other up the order despite also attacking each other throughout, much to the delight of the sodden fans around the track. Piquet was untouchable yet again, his two years racing in Britain giving him unsurpassed skills in the wet. Hamilton was well back in second, comprehensively outpaced but at least scoring some points at last to stem the leaks in the outgoing tide of the championship. Premat held out, just, from Viso and Glock for the final podium position, the three drivers crossing the line nose to tail. “It was disastrous at the start of the weekend, obviously,” Hamilton reflected on his return to the paddock. “It has been tough for us to get the right set up, because we missed most of practice and all of qualifying: we were behind in that, because of my mistakes. So today to come from tenth to second was a good achievement for us.” Asked how he felt at the conclusion of his perfect weekend, the serene Piquet smiled and stated: “It feels excellent. I'm very relieved, and I think the relief you have when you've done what you've always dreamed of doing from the beginning of last year feels wonderful. I think my car was driving well so you don't need to overdrive the car, which is when you make some silly mistakes, and you can do a perfect race. “I don't think he [Hamilton] had trouble, I think he made some stupid mistakes, like spinning in qualifying, crashing in practice, speeding in the pits in the race: he made a lot of mistakes this weekend. He could have easily started ahead of me in the race today and then held me for the whole race, but for his mistakes. “I think it will now be a very big push for the next two races, and for us to win the championship. Hopefully I’ll do the same in Turkey that I did here. I think that the whole team is getting better every race, and I’m sure we can do the same again.” And with that said Piquet walked over to collect his famous father, hugging each other once again before the pair walked together, through the gloom, back up the hill towards the Formula One paddock. |
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