After the crash, we were awkwardly sat next to each other for 20 minutes in the medical centre, both with a heart rate monitor and controlling our vitals. We were looking at each other and saying: 'mate, what the f*** happened there? And we were like: I don't know. But I promise I didn't do anything bad to you, Checo.' This dialogue helped us reflect on how cruel the sport can be.
We were both probably going to have a go at Charles on the podium. Sitting there and realizing we managed to not finish on the podium felt surreal. It was a podium coming -- and in the end we kind of joked about it, so no hard feelings with each other, which is a relief given what happened.
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