I'm fucking speechless.
I cannot fucking believe it.
Good morning, ladies and gentlemen. We're happy to welcome you...
-Romain, come this way! -Thank you!
Good afternoon, Romain.
Who are you going to be driving for next year?
For now, I don't know.
We will focus on the next races. It's the first time...
Good luck, my friend. Good luck.
-They like you. -They do.
We like you too.
Okay, push, now. Good.
I fucking-- I mean, I don't know how long I can live like this.
At some stage, I need to do something.
I cannot keep on doing-- just finding excuses for him.
I'm too tired. I can't sleep. All this bad luck is draining me.
I always fight bad news, bad news, bad news.
It's just too much.
And you never rest, you always have a negative feeling of what's next.
And here we are again, negative boom.
For fuck's sake.
I didn't put a foot wrong all fucking weekend.
Sorry...
There's no need.
-There was no need. -I know.
Fucking hell, we cannot...
I know there's no need...
Right. Okay. Let's not dwell on it. Come on, yeah?
We still got good car, yeah? We'll score points tomorrow, yeah?
Come on.
Okay? Positive.
Fuck me.
Man, he completely forced me off the track again.
-Fuck! -Fuck!
I was just got pushed off the track by Bottas again.
Okay. We saw that. We saw that.
No. Just tell him.
Just focus on driving, not fucking whinge.
Fucking hell.
Come on, Kev. Come on, come on, come on.
You have the DRS.
Well done. Well done. Some more points.
Let's keep it going. We're doing well. We're doing well.
We got a heck of a little driver there.
It's too bad Grosjean couldn't make up one spot.
Mate, the rules are a joke. I got pushed twice off the track.
Thank you.