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I went through the full emotional spectrum on Sunday. There were moments I genuinely wanted to shut the TV, burn my Fantasy team, and start watching tennis instead. But then, moments later, I was yelling like a madwoman, tears in my eyes, practically hugging the screen.
At first, I hated it. The race felt slow and disjointed. “Worst race ever. I want to go home,” I muttered dramatically, from the comfort of my chair.
But Silverstone had other plans. Plans involving chaos, rain, heartbreak, redemption, and the British national anthem played at full emotional volume.
McLaren, Ferrari, and a Change of Heart
I’m a McLaren fan, and I should’ve been watching every lap of Lando and Oscar with devotion. And believe me, I did. When Lando won, I cried. No shame. That moment, with the British crowd, the wet chaos, the papaya flare in the air… it was electric. I’ll remember that for a long time.
Ferrari? Honestly… I’ve stopped expecting anything. Leclerc was out there mowing grass like it was Sunday morning in Maranello. I don’t even know what to say anymore. I just sighed and moved on.
Because somewhere along the line… my focus shifted.
Cheering for the Guy Who Wasn’t Supposed to Be There
Somewhere in that rain-soaked chaos, I abandoned my team loyalties. I stopped checking split times. I forgot all about Fantasy.
All I wanted was for Nico Hülkenberg to not be robbed by the universe for the 239th time.
You have to understand: this man has been in Formula 1 since we were all using wired headphones. He’s been the answer to the pub quiz question: “Who’s the best driver never to stand on a podium?” for over a decade.
And yet, he was there. Driving like the grid owed him rent.
When he crossed the line in third, I didn’t know whether to laugh or to cry. So I did a bit of all three. Because yes, sometimes, the 239th time is the charm.
This Sport is Ridiculous, and I Love It
Five rookies DNF’d. Max spun. The rain fell, stopped, and fell again like it couldn’t make up its mind. No one knew if we were on inters, slicks, or blind faith. And I loved every second of it.
Even Ocon managed to continue his… charming tradition of crashing into every single teammate he’s ever had—this time giving Ollie Bearman the full Haas initiation. Consistency is key, I suppose.
This was a race you feel, not just watch.
The kind where your throat hurts afterward.
The kind where you say, “I can’t do this anymore” and then reload F1TV for the third replay.
P.S. Fantasy Fans, Stay Tuned
Yes, somehow I finished 84th globally in F1 Fantasy after this race. No, I don’t understand it either.
Let’s just say my faith in chaos finally paid off.
The full team reveal and strategy breakdown are coming soon in the Fantasy section.
