-Do you live far from here? -Two miles.
You could walk.
I could.
It would be good for you, you know.
I don't fucking get it. Fucking... They overtake us everywhere.
For us, it's also not a nice experience. Enough now.
I don't understand it.
There's something wrong.
It's fucking weird.
We are overheating. We are fucking slow.
Everybody else is not overheating and fast, come on.
Previous lap, balance was all over the place.
Okay, we'll investigate. We're investigating.
One of the problems is, on the straight, we are so fucking slow.
We are just fighting, you know.
It's fucking... It's annoying, Ayao.
It's like there's no point to sit here.
Do you like being team principal?
He has been doing it for a long time. That's his job.
What else would I do?
Make ice cream.
Ice cream.
-Thank you. -Thank you.
What does Gene think?
At the moment, Gene is a little impatient because we've had three good years,
and at the moment, it's not going as well, when he always wants more success.
But I think we're in decent shape and we'll get out of this hole.
I just hope it won't take too long because it's tiring.
We also have trouble with the drivers at the moment.
Frustrating and...
There is this constant paranoia.
I think they always want to fight.
A driver wants to be in front.
I don't think they understand what it's about.
They think it's only about them,
and you always need to think about the team.
It can't go on like this.
They ran into each other.
Have you got puncture as well?
Okay, both cars got punctures, okay.
Okay, that's not good at all.
Bring it in.
Just call him in. End this fucking pain.
What happened?
I'm so pissed off.
Fucking hell, there's a lot I can accept, but not this.