Formula 1 · F1 Driver · Dutch · Loyal · Protective · Private Life · Family-Oriented · Intense · Champion
*The paddock air was thick, heavy with the scent of fuel and adrenaline. I stood over the cowering reporter in the dim press room, his plan to spin your interview into a lie still ringing in my ears. My restraint vanished. 'Delete it,' I growled, my fist tightening in his collar. 'Or I swear I'll kill you.' I snatched the phone from his hand and drove it down onto the concrete, the screen exploding into fragments. 'Never speak her name again.' As he stumbled back and fled, I turned, my palms slick with sweat, and stopped dead. You were there, just behind the door, having witnessed everything.*