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THIS IS ALL MY FAULT | Sebastian Vettel

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sebastian vettel x platonic!photographer!reader

based on this request: Okay! So after watching the run Sebastian organized at Imola, I has the idea of reader being someone that works for him (not sure what for though) maybe getting really sick for running in the rain that day, which ends up with Sebastian feeling guilty over it. It’s a silly idea, really, but I think it has a lot of potential to vibes similar to what Sebastian seems to have with the drivers, kind of playing dad to the grid 🥺.

summary: you work as a photographer during the forever senna tribute seb prepared, but you end up being sick

word count: 1618

warnings: none of them really! seb feeling guilty because he thinks reader got sick because of him.

a/n: I'm finally back! sorry for not posting at all during all this past month, university has had me really stressed but I'm finally free from it until september! idk if this is actually something well written because i haven't written anything for a month! also, hope you anon like this even it's definitely crap 😭

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The rain kept falling on the circuit, but that wasn't such an excuse for Sebastian and his team to cancel what they had been working on for months.

The run that the retired driver had decided to organize on Thursday not only with Formula 1 drivers, but also with those from Formula 2 and 3, and even other members of the sport, in honor of Ayrton Senna and Roland Ratzenberger, was more than perfect. It was an absolute success. And Sunday, when Vettel would drive the car that once belonged to the Brazilian pilot who died 30 years ago on that same circuit, hadn't even arrived yet.

You had been busy taking photos of everything, as you were Sebastian's official photographer. Now, you were gathering all the equipment you had used because the cold you were enduring was barely bearable. You had been out in the rain all day, following Seb wherever he went, which had made you feel increasingly worse. Now, your hands couldn't stop shaking, and you felt like you were about to faint at any moment.

"Y/N, are you okay?" one of the team members asked.

"Yes, of course," you replied with a weak smile. "I'm just a bit cold. I'll be back to be the same me as soon as we get back to the hotel."

The man nodded, not wanting to press you further despite not being very convinced by your words after seeing your completely pale face.

You decided to continue with your work, ignoring anyone who approached you to exchange even the slightest word. You tried to ignore the growing headache, the fatigue, and the tightness in your chest, which seemed to be worsening. Although the rain had stopped and you were in one of the garages, the sky remained dark.

You were surprised to see Sebastian, still wearing a short-sleeved shirt and shorts, just a few meters away from you. You shook your head, trying not to pay attention, and certainly not to worry. He was just your "boss," so to speak, and he was old enough to know what he needed to do to avoid getting sick. Well, he also had Britta, who was like a second mother to him.

A sharp pain pierced your temples. You staggered slightly, and if it hadn't been for your momentum making you lean your back against the wall behind you, you would have fallen to the ground.

"For God's sake, Y/N, you look terrible," he said as calmly as he could, though you could sense his nerves in his tone of voice. "You should go and have a rest. Like… now."

"Seb, we still have a lot to do. It's not just packing up the equipment, but also transferring the photos to the computer, editing them, then preparing the posts for you Instagram account..."

"Y/N, I love your work, but you've done more than enough for today," he interrupted, putting a hand on your shoulder, running his fingers carefully over it. "Now, I'll talk to Britta and we'll assign it to someone who knows what they're doing, okay?"

For a moment, you considered protesting, reproaching him that this was your job, and that's why he wanted you on his team since shortly before leaving Aston Martin, but the way he looked at you made you stop. He seemed worried, very worried. That's why you ended up not only reluctantly accepting but also letting him guide you to a nearby chair.

"Stay here. I'll bring you something warm."

As you watched Seb walk away, you sighed, managing to relax somehow. You saw him enter the Red Bull hospitality, and you assumed it was where he felt most comfortable. A few minutes later, you saw the blonde with two small steaming cardboard cups. As he reached your height, he offered you one of them.

"Thank you," you murmured, wrapping your hands around the cup and taking a sip. Chocolate, something you loved, and Seb knew it perfectly.

"Do you promise you'll go back to the hotel as soon as you finish your hot chocolate?"

"I promise," you assured him. "But I can't promise that..."

"Y/N, just no work for today," he cut in, seeing that you weren't going to fulfill what you had promised. "I want you to spend today and tomorrow resting. Sunday will be a tough day for us. You can do it, at least for me, or am I wrong?"

You nodded your head as if you were seven years old again. You knew you were going to rest as much as you could in your hotel room, but that didn't mean you weren't going to do anything. As you had already planned, you were obviously going to continue with your work. You couldn't disappoint Sebastian, not on such an important weekend like this.

[...]

Sebastian accompanied you to the door of your room, and despite having exchanged a couple of messages with you on Friday, having let you rest all afternoon and part of Saturday morning, and having agreed that you would come to a meeting room in the hotel at 12pm on Saturday to finalize the details of tomorrow's tribute, he didn't see you there.

"Have you seen Y/N?" he asked Britta directly, a little distressed. "She told me she would come with no doubt."

"And she did come," the ex-pilot's PR commented, "but I sent her back to her room as soon as I saw her shivering. Her forehead was burning, and she said she had a slight fever. It wasn’t just a slight fever, Seb," Britta assured him.

The man nodded but became even more worried. Quickly bidding farewell to Roeske, he headed towards your room. He saw the door slightly ajar, possibly your mistake. He knocked softly before entering, and the sight that greeted his eyes made him feel bad instantly.

You were curled up in bed, trembling uncontrollably. You had a small towel on your forehead with cold water to see if you could control your body temperature since you couldn't take your medicine again until the corresponding hours had passed, which was already the next day.

Your face was completely flushed, and your breathing was labored.

As soon as you realized Seb's presence, your eyes welled up with tears. You tried to force a smile, but all that came out were tears from how bad you felt not only for Seb to see you like this but also for ruining something so important.

"Seb... You didn't have to come," you stammered, your voice barely audible.

"Of course, I did! Don't be ridiculous!" he responded quickly, sitting beside you. He placed a hand on your forehead and realized Britta was right. "My God, Y/N, you're burning up. Why didn't you tell me you were feeling so bad?"

"I... didn't want to worry you," you admitted between tears of frustration and exhaustion. "Tomorrow is an important day. You need to be resting to give your best tomorrow. There are people who have come just for you, Seb, you can't let them down."

You noticed him tense a bit at the mention. His lips curved, and his jaw tightened. He took a deep breath and took your hand almost without thinking.

"This is my fault..." he whispered softly. He seemed overwhelmed with guilt, and much of it. You cursed yourself for making him think that when it was all really your fault. "Nothing is more important than your health, Y/N. I'm so sorry, really..."

"Seb, it's okay, really. These things happen; it's completely normal. There's probably someone else like me..."

His silence was the response you partly expected, but it didn't hurt until you saw him shake his head.

"I just wanted to give my best so that the photos would turn out perfect and you would have content worthy of all the work you've put into this..." was all you could say.

"You're already the best, Y/N," he said softly, tucking a strand of hair away from your face. "In fact, you're so perfect that you should stop being so perfect to start worrying more about yourself. And since you don't worry about yourself... let me do it for you, okay?"

Although you didn't agree with him and didn't believe you deserved his praise, you were too weak to argue.

Sebastian stayed with you all day, including the night. He made sure you were as comfortable as possible, brought you water, and soaked the cold cloth in water to lower your fever as soon as possible, miraculously something that worked. He didn't leave your side, not even when you had a coughing fit or sneezed without covering your mouth.

Your fever began to lower in the late hours of that day. Your breath calmed down, and the color seemed to return to your cheeks. Seb sighed with relief, quickly hugging you while continuously placing small kisses on your face and playing with your hair, making you laugh incessantly.

After ordering room service for dinner, since your appetite seemed to have returned, you fell asleep, at least apparently. To avoid disturbing you, Seb went from lying down next to you to reclining on a sofa next to the bed. His eyes were heavy with tiredness, but that didn't stop him from staying alert in case you needed his help.

"Rest, Y/N," he whispered, leaving a soft kiss on your forehead before caressing it. "I guess I'll have to take you out to dinner for the damages I caused."

You smiled at the last thing Seb had said, grateful that every time you got sick, you didn't fall into a deep sleep, and wishing that what Seb had said was true.

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everythingne · 7 months

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(to keep track of all my fics..)

MULTIPLE DRIVERS SERIES:

double dealing:

street racers!au - verse/smau/short fic

formula racing is luxurious and lucrative, everyone knows that.

but what most people don't know about is the secret races that are bet on with hand signals and whispers over radios in the dark. the double dealing. somehow, you have fallen right in.

el matador y la matadora:

sainz!sister fic

f1 academy has been dominated by Valeria Sainz for two seasons. Between beating every expectation and leading her friends to victory, the younger Sainz sibling is a perfect echo of her brother. But, when George is knocked out for a few races mid season, and she’s moved up from a Mercedes reserve, the two Sainz siblings might be the only thing that can stop total Red Bull domination.

But not everyone wants to see the praise of the Sainz siblings, and will do whatever it takes to bring them down.

akin to a pride:

F2 driver!oc

Reina 'Little Lion' Matsumoto is known for her reckless driving on the track, earning her the nickname she shares with a certain 3x WDC. Off the track, however, she's known for being bubbly, bright, and kind. When she's reached out to by F1 about joining their new 'Siblings Mentorship,' a program that will pair her with a 'similar F1 driver' as her mentor for the upcoming season, she fully expects Daniel or Lando.

Her surprise comes in the form of Max Verstappen, and though she thinks they won't be that much alike off track, she's quick to find it's quite the opposite. Reina learns she needs someone who understands what shes going through to lean on, and Max learns that sometimes healing comes in breaking a cycle that's not your own.

LANDO NORRIS

-- MARKETING PLOY (SERIES/COMPLETED)

brothers best friend, fake dating trope — smau/short fic

Everyone can see the growing tensions between Red Bull and McLaren as Lando gears up to be the next best driver under Max. The publicity of it all causes a slight issue… the people want more drama. They need more drama. So, McLaren and Red Bull make a deal—Olivia Piastri, the head analyst of Red Bull, has to pretend to date her brother’s teammate. And she can’t tell anyone it’s not a real relationship.

-- GRIPPED : UPCOMING (SERIES)

teaser! // rom-com style — smau/short fic

OSCAR PIASTRI

looking in a mirror

with porsche making a new f1 team, two new drivers enter the grid. meet the pearce siblings, rhys pearce who's been racing with charles and max since their rookie days, and his baby sister y/n 'daisy' pearce who has been sponsored by sebastian vettel since she started with logan and oscar.

when porsche chooses to separate the siblings, allowing mclaren to recruit rhys, they bring in oscar piastri and by extension, mark webber. it goes as well as most expect it to when mark and sebastian have to try and work together for their drivers' sake.

MAX VERSTAPPEN

drunk walk home

max x teammate!reader - short fic

Your relationship with your teammate is non-existent at best. It’s not because Max doesn’t like you, actually, it’s the opposite. Your sunshine persona had the man liking you too much. To keep your positions as drivers safe he keeps a wide berth, until he spots your ex-boyfriend getting a bit too rough with your tipsy self at a bar in Monaco..

wing damage (SERIES)

max x influencer!horner!reader - short fic/smau

Eldest of the Halliwell-Horner pack, Y/n “Nadine” Horner gets her heart broken by the man she’s supposed to wed in six months. Four years of love slipping down the drain faster than she can try and grasp at the remaining water droplets. But... not all hope is lost as far as the f1 community is concerned and they might be right, since Max seems to be trying to get a little closer to his Team Principals daughter.

CHARLES LECLERC

christmas in monaco

brothers best friend trope — short fic

You are Charles Leclerc’s best kept secret. Twin of his best friend, a racing prodigy, and his secret girlfriend of two years. The first six months had been secret, just to make sure you’d actually survive a relationship, but then Max said something to Charles that made the idea of ever telling him impossible. So you end up here, half in your brothers apartment half in your soon to be fiancés, trying to celebrate two Christmases in one day.

LOGAN SARGEANT

all american bitch

popstar!reader — smau and short fic

After a successful concert in Miami, your twin sister is caught having a little moment with her boyfriend outside a club. Most people jump to conclusions, but you have a way to shut everyone up (and give half of the F1 community a heart attack in the process)

out of the woods

ferrari!reader - smau/short fic

After a short break during her time as a Ferrari reserve driver, loud-mouthed driver Dhanishka Dubey resurfaces when she moves up to f1 under Ferrari. She’s back to terrorize her ex, none other than Logan Sargeant when she conquers him once again this season, just like before, just like always.

But when faced with your first love, and your only love, it's hard to let those feelings past. Especially when a relationship was prematurely ended, especially when she's everything you aren't, especially when you never got over his love.

marry me

childhood friend!reader - short fic

you and logan have danced around dating since you had met all those years ago. An impulsive kiss may lead to a big jump in your relationship

cloud circuit

business owner!student!reader - short fic/smau

Y/n Tiffany has always been a woman just outside of Logan's grasp. But a chance encounter at a bus stop and a new neighbor prove maybe somethings are meant to be. As long as he doesn't figure out her real name.

#formula one #f1 #formula 1 #f1 fanfic #lando norris #lando norris x oc #ln4 fic #ln4 #lando norris fic #charles leclerc #charles leclerc x reader #logan sargeant #logan sargeant x reader

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ᯓ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ⑅ walk him like a dog ✯ jb22 .ᐟ.ᐟ

★ 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃﹕﹙ yes/no ﹚ — 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘﹕﹙in which sebastian vettels sister gets her dream job to work along with him, but stumbles across an infamous playboy﹚ — 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒﹕﹙purpose use of lowercase letters only, not sure if there's gonna be another part, use of y/n, black-cat!reader, golden-retriever-ish!jenson, past-playboy!jenson, lowkey-past-toxic!jenson, VERYY light angst [i think], probably not well proofread, lmk if there's anything i missed!!﹚ — 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆﹕﹙jenson button 22 x f!vettel!reader﹚ — 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓﹕﹙icba checking but it's not much at all imooo fjdkjfdsjfkla﹚ ★ 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐌 𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐎﹕﹙this lowkey reminds me of a 2018 wattpad story but fuck it we ball﹚

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IT WASN'T SURPRISING for a young, intelligent woman like you to get your dream job in motorsport, especially as the not very known sister of the much loved driver at rbr, sebastian vettel. start of the season, first day, no sweat. couldn't be much harder than what you've been studying for all your years at uni. you just started working for your brothers team, red bull racing. you could not wait. not only did you get to work at the job you've been dreaming of since you were a little kid, but you got to work along side your older brother, who you loved dearly.

even though you were attempted to be knocked down down by some stupid boys when you were younger, it never stopped you from watching f1 races, studying how they built their cars, or researching about your favourite motorsport. you were determined, stubborn and hardworking. the perfect traits for someone to pursue their dream job. with your supportive brother and family by your side, you were thankful that you finally have made it this far.

as the studious young lady you were, it also wasn't surprising that you were shuffling through your folder containing multiple notes, making sure you didn't forget anything. paying too much attention to what you were doing - rather than where you were going, you bumped into a hard wall.

no, wait. not a wall, but rather a fairly tall man in his early 30s. your folder falls to the floor, the pencil tucked behind your ear doing its best to stay put. squatting down to pick up the fallen folder, you mumbled rapidly. "shoot, sorry, that was completely my fault, i wasn't paying attention to where i wa-"

"relax, darling," you heard a chuckle, the british accent sounding familiar in your ears. "you seem to be stressing yourself out." as you stood up, you were faced with the one and only 2009 wdc winner. "..i- sorry." you whispered softly, embarressed as you stared at your shoes.

"it's alright, love. it was an accident." he grinned, leaning over slightly to see your face. "i haven't seen you around here, are you-"

"there you are!!" your older brother, jogs up to you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder. you seemed to forget all about your little accident as you crack into a smile. "c'mon now, you're going to be late." you giggle as seb drags you along with him.

jenson watched as you and sebastian went over to the red bull garage. his eyes followed your perfect posture, up to how your clothes were neat and unwrinkled, finally stopping and lingering on your face. 'friends' with the 2010 champion, hmm? he watched as you entered the garage. he couldn't wait to meet you again.

〜

"hello there, love." from the corner of your eye, you could see a shadow leaning on the doorframe. that same british accent from the day before, that same faint cologne, that same little smirk that seemed to get on your nerves in the weirdest - but not bad - way.

"mr. button." you nod as you wrote notes that you learnt the day before on your tablet.

"please, it's just jenson." jenson sat next to you, leaning over your shoulder to see what you were writing. he did it like personal space wasn't a thing. "i didn't get your name." he turned your head to face you, a small grin on his face.

"it's y/n." you say, not facing him.

"i take it you know sebastian? y'know, from yesterday." he asks, attempting to start a conversation.

"he's my brother." you press 'save' on your tablet, finally closing it and meeting jenson's eyes for the first time. your gaze lingered for a quick second, taking in his features, observing his demeanour.

jenson paused. "brother? i didn't know he had any siblings." jenson says curiously.

"you don't seem to know a lot of things." you say jokingly, giving him a tiny grin. the man couldn't help but chuckle.

"y/n vettel? such a pretty name for a pretty woman." he winks, thinking his usual playboy charm would work on you just like the other girls.

you can't help but roll your eyes playfully as you packed your things. "see you around, button."

〜

you reached into your handbag to pay for your ice cream. the cashier shook her head, gesturing to a man sitting by the window. "he already paid." you furrow your eyebrows. "oh, alright. thank you." you give the cashier a small smile before turning to where she was gesturing to.

jenson damn button. you could already feel his gaze on you and that lingering scent on him as you sat in front of the driver.

"there's really no need to pay for me, mr. button."

"and there's really no need to call me 'mr. button,' love." jenson chuckles, taking a sip of his coffee.

you sigh. you couldn't be stubborn with him, knowing how hard headed he was from all your years of watching f4 to f1.

"this is a nice little shop, don't you think? perfect place to hangout before the australian gp." jenson leans forward, that same smirk on his face.

"mmm, yeah. they have delicous ice cream." you take a bite of yours, not being able to help but feel guilty for not paying for your ice cream.

"what's your favourite flavour?" jenson asks, trying to fuel the conversation.

"chocolate. basic but the best." you say softly with icecream covered lips.

"that's fair." he chuckles. "i'm a vanilla kind of guy."

from there, your conversation grew longer. you both opened up more, sharing small laughs and recalling past memories. it felt like only minutes to you both, but little did you know it was nearly dinner.

"would you look at that, it's nearly 6pm." you check your phone.

"well, before i say goodbye, do you think i could have the pleasure of taking you out for dinner this thursday?" jenson grins.

"nice try, button, but im busy all week. try again next time, and we'll see." chuckling, you pack up your things. "later!" you leave the icecream shop as jenson's eyes follow.

"later." he mumbles. this felt different. different in a way he's never felt like this before. different in a way that you were different. different in a way he was really falling for someone. different or stupid, his stomach twisted with mixed feelings. different.

★ 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐌 𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐎﹕﹙i genuinely don't know when im gonna have more parts to this 😔﹚ ౨ৎ 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓﹕﹙@gray4youuu @c-losur3 @ujws5 @namgification @faithshouseofchaos @isurvived3-11andimproud﹚

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torentialtribute · 5 years

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Sebastian Vettel seems to have fallen out of love with F1, with over 300 days since his last win

It's 301 days since Sebastian Vettel last won a race. And there was no sign of a reprieve under a fierce sun as he was once again driven out of sight by Lewis Hamilton 's decisive track record lap.

While Hamilton took pole for the 86th time in his career, a figure that boggles the mind when you consider Sir Jackie Stewart started only 99 races, Vettel was a miserable seventh in qualifying for the French Grand Prix. The German, who was nearly a second and a half off the pace, is stuck in Briton's shade and it is playing hell with his mind.

Valtteri Bottas was second quickest, completing a Mercedes lockout, Charles Leclerc third for Ferrari, Max Verstappen fourth for Red Bull and 19-year-old Brit Lando Norris fifth for McLaren.

Sebastian Vettel has struggled in recent months for Ferrari as he looks at at Paul Ricard

Vettel will start Sunday's French Grand Prix from seventh after a poor qualifying session

Hamilton is not a serious historian of the sport, although he appreciates his own p lace in the pantheon and respects the legends whose names are echo through the eras, but Vettel is assuredly. He can reel off the numbers that count, the records he once turned his face to rewriting while he became the youngest single, double, triple, quadruple world champion in a streak between 2010 and 2013 when Red Bull ruled the track.

He might tell you, for example, that he is third in the all-time list of race winners with 52, behind only Hamilton, 78, and Michael Schumacher, 91. He achieved more poles in a single season, 15 in 2011 , than anyone else ever.

It was not meant to be Hamilton, but him, edging up to every summit worth conquering.

The four-time world champion appears to have lost his appetite for F1 in recent times

Vettel arrived in France with a wedding ring, having married after the Canadian Grand Prix

Bernie Ecclestone, Vettel's close friend, said: "Sebastian is very quick but he seems to have a problem when he is right up against Lewis. I think it's in his head.

"He is so desperate to win another world championship and for Lewis not to win another. Side by side with him, he has a mental block. "

The signs of tension are there in the mistakes Vettel has made and his reactions to them. There was Baku in 2017 when he drove into Hamilton – the lowest act of his career. In the last year alone he has spun or run off at Germany, Italy, America, Japan, Bahrain and Canada. Three of those incidents involved Hamilton.

It has been about 300 days since his last win that came at the 2018 Belgian Grand Prix

The last mistake, a fortnight ago in Montreal, was one such occasion. Under pressure from the rival he now trails by 62 points, he went wide on the grass and re-emerged on track in an unsafe manner, or so the stewards decided. He was handed a five-second penalty and lost the victory to Hamilton. Cue massive Vettel displeasure.

He was unhinged as he expressed his anger over the radio, calling the stewards "blind" and moving the first and second place markers in parc ferme. "He acted like a petulant child," said John Watson, who raced in a more dangerous age, in the Seventies and Eighties.

"He should have been charged with bringing the sport into disrepute.

"If Ross Brawn was still at Ferrari he would like to have a rat up a drainpipe."

A controversial five- second time penalty in Canada last time out denied Vettel a chance to end his winning drought, as he moves the post-race placings boa rds in protest

Title rival Lewis Hamilton looks on having inherited the victory in Montreal

Ferrari then went through the charade of reviewing the decision, a process that required significant new evidence. Instead, they cited Sky Sports analysis by Karun Chandhok, the former HRT driver.

Hamilton said: "I heard they were focusing (on the review).

"When I heard that Karun's video was the new evidence, I was pretty relaxed after that."

Hamilton is right. Ferrari's nonsensical review told of a team distracted, perhaps to place their No. 1 driver despite the pointlessness of it all.

Vettel is, in fact, a cheerful character when he is not imploding. He has always been happy to share a joke since entering Formula One. He enjoys English comedy and rhyming slang.

Former F1 supremo and Vettel's friend Bernie Ecclestone believes it would not take much to convince the German to retire from the sport in the near future

One evening in the BMW hospitality area 12 years ago, he came over to tell me and the man from the Daily Express that he had found a new word he liked: kerfuffle. Which, ironically, might have been applied to the Montreal flashpoint.

He is old fashioned in many aspects: he does not use social media, he abhors selfies, he uses a fountain pen and paper.

Private to the point of invisibility, he does not even confirm that he has two children, Emily and Matilda. Nor did he announce that a few days after his Montreal meltdown he married his childhood sweetheart Hanna. The ceremony in Switzerland was attended by only close family. No Formula One people. No friends. Or so it is said.

Nobody would have known about the wedding, but for the shiny, smart gold band he got on his fourth finger at his press conference here at Circuit Paul Ricard.

Ecclestone believes Vettel might be nearing the finishing line, aged 32. "Sebastian would stop, and I don't think it would take a lot for that to happen," said the former F1 supremo. "If something upsets him, he'll leave. He could easily do that. He would put his wife and children first. "

SEBASTIAN FATTLE F1 SEASONS

2007: BMW and Toro Rosso Races: 8 Wins: 0 Points: 6 Position: 14th

2008: Toro Rosso Races : 18 Wins: 1 Points: 35 Position: 8th

2009: Red Bull Races: 17 Wins: 4 Points: 84 Position: 2nd

2010: Red Bull Races: 19 Wins: 5 Points: 256 Position: 1st

2011: Red Bull Races: 19 Wins: 11 Points: 392 Pos ition: 1st

2012: Red Bull Races: Wins: 5 Points: 281 Position: 1st

2013: Red Bull Races: 19 Wins: 13 Points: 397 Position: 1st

2014: Red Bull Races: 19 Wins: 0 Points: 167 Position: 5th

2015: Ferrari Races: 19 Wins: 3 Points: 278 Position: 3rd

2016: Ferrari Races: 21 Wins: 0 Points : 212 Position: 4th

2017: Ferrari Race s: 20 Wins: 5 Points: 317 Position: 2nd

2018: Ferrari Races: 21 Wins: 5 Points: 320 Position: 2nd

2019: Ferrari Races: 7 Wins: 0 Points: 100 Position: 3rd *

* Season ongoing

Certainly, Vettel seems to have fallen out of love with Formula One, though his £ 36million-a-year salary is a nice little sweetener. It is signed up until the end of next season. He could quit then or indeed throw it all in at the end of this year if the punishment he is absorbing at Ferrari becomes unbearable.

Christian Horner, his boss during the halcyon Red Bull days, is reluctant to criticize Vettel but put his finger on at least part of the driver's current malaise, saying: 'Yes, we had a lot of success but it was also fun along the way. It looks like though he has lost his enjoyment or Formula One.

"He was phenomenal for us. He was like a metronome. You could rely on him 100 per cent.

"Now at Ferrari, where there are numerous management changes, it seems to feel a lot or responsibility falls on him directly. It is a pressure cooker. "

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Turkish GP: What Makes Turkey A Worthy Contender For The Best F1 Race Of 2020?

In an interrupted yet thrilling season, could the Turkish GP be the race to top them all? Monza gave served a sheer thriller, a contest that upheld the triumph of the underdog, and above all – a hero in Pierre Gasly. Mugello gave us multiple red flags, sheer carnage, innumerable race-retirements, and a maiden podium for Alexnder Albon before serving us a reminder why Hammertime is not a product of FORMULA 1 jingoism that shines on social media; but a philosophy only Lewis Hamilton can epitomise.

Then came the daunting Nurburgring, ending rather enterprisingly with a Daniel Ricciardo smile as against fears of ‘what-might’ have happened given the venue’s dangerous past.

And soon after, Imola, marking the triumph of Senna’s biggest fan, amid the overwhelming emotions of racing where the unquestionable great of the sport breathed his last.

All of these contests have, at different intervals, enjoyed the status of being called the best F1 race of 2020.

Truly speaking, in a year where it once seemed a ten-race calendar was probable – if not more – may just have been enough given the season was truncated by the pandemic, having multiple contenders for the best F1 race of 2020 has been simply brilliant.

And guess what?

As the Turkish Grand Prix of 2020, that returned to the calendar, after missing out for nearly a decade (9 years to be precise), gave us a race that prompts the question rather than makes us reconfigure our choices:

Was the Turkish GP the best F1 race of 2020?

For starters, FORMULA 1 fans love wet races. You instantly think of the dominance of greats like Schumacher, Senna at events like the 1996 Spanish Grand Prix, Donnington Park, and the 1993 European Grand Prix, respectively.

The rains, the imposing challenge of mastering the wet and the thrill that comes along at expecting the unexpected.

The modern conception of FORMULA 1 has given us events like the 2016 Brazilian Grand Prix where one truly saw Verstappen unfurl a Mad-Max run.

So while the Turkish Grand Prix of 2020 wasn’t fought amid blinding rains, it was nonetheless, an event that was contested amid unpredictable conditions and needless to mention, a sheer lack of grip for the drivers.

Moreover, anyone who saw one of 2020’s most exciting races in entirety could well slice it into two sequences, none of which had any particular bearing on the finality of the result.

For the first 36-laps, Lance Stroll, who had gathered a day ago, his maiden FORMULA 1 podium, led the proceedings.

Driving a controlled race with excellent tyre and pace management at the front, wasn’t this going to be the triumph of the youngsters, everyone wondered?

But that in the end, the now-famous remainder of the contest, saw Lewis Hamilton, who began from a lowly, even uncharacteristic sixth, win, made Turkey a strong contender for the best F1 race of 2020.

With a little over 20 laps remaining, Istanbul Park witnessed a dramatic change in the narrative that would, until the last lap crawled upon us like an unpredictable snake, altered the course of the Grand Prix.

Alex Albon, for starters became the more prominent Red Bull driver, not Max Verstappen.

Vettel, who had from the start shown himself to be the world champion material we’ve known him as continued to defend brilliantly from Hamilton, the eventual race-winner.

For a mighty fine surprise, Car #5 was holding well the hard-earned P4.

Leclerc, all this while, was fighting from the backend of the midfield into the higher end of the grid, showing pace and a desire to overtake.

Stroll, who had fallen back down to Ninth, having led for 36 laps was nowhere in sight of a place among the podiums, let alone a win.

But one man, through the course of it all, having at first failed to pass Sebastian Vettel for no fewer than 15-20 laps, kept fighting.

You know him as Lewis Carl Hamilton. Some call him the greatest driver on the sport. Some, despite his accomplishing a brilliant rarity- 7 world titles, derive fun from reviling him.

Many others hail the man from whom it seems loud and clear, every time he says: “Stil I Rise!”

It’s also the time to make a frank confession.

Perhaps no F1 pundit watching live proceedings seated atop the cozy comfort of the commentary box might have predicted Instanbul’s race-winner.

Hamilton?

Was there even a chance?

At the initial failure to get past Sebastian Vettel’s staunch defences, the likes of which we hadn’t seen all year around, Hamilton even complained over team radio, “the front brakes are dying!”

Surely, predicting that Max Verstappen would end up somber, as the Dutchman went for the highly unlikely, and eventually self-capitulating dive on the inside of Perez (then P2) with just a handful of laps to go, was possible.

But anyone watching a struggling Lewis Hamilton, who was only just hanging on 5th and 6th for the better part of the race, may surely have never imagined the Mercedes driver with the win, an outcome that took the iconic driver to his #94th in the sport.

Equally unpredictable was the sheer margin with which Hamilton roared supreme in the end, akin to a valiant Khalifa who wins much to the delight of a kingdom comprising devotees.

A 31-second gap to second-placed Perez, who earned his best-race finish in 2020, was just the icing on the cake that Hamilton had the biggest piece of.

But make no mistake.

At the returning Turkish Grand Prix, Lewis Hamilton made his own desert and had it too, but not before demonstrating excellent tyre management and race pace.

His move over the Mexican in the closing stages was impressive. But what was superb and perhaps the headlining material of Istanbul was the decision to not gor for that extra stop when he had all the time on his hands.

He was certain of what might have been a missed opportunity, circa 2007 World Championship.

But what truly makes Turkey a worthy contender for the best F1 race of 2020 is the fact that it returned another of the sport’s greats; a much-loved son to where he belongs: the front-end of the grid.

How heartening was Sebastian Vettel’s P3 in the end?

Perhaps just as strikingly good as the frame where, in the event of the race’s end, the German rushed to congratulate Lewis Hamilton, a worthy opponent and more than that, the man who bullied Ferrari but with sheer on-track brilliance minus shenanigans in the sport’s turbo-charged era!

That the Istanbul City Park became a garden of two titans, standing together victorious on the podium, Lewis the race winner and Vettel, with his defiant third lifted what may just have been another contest to a sublime one.

Even that’s not all.

After no fewer than fourteen Grands Prix, did Ferrari experience the magic of doing what was so treacherously taken away from the fans and the famous Italian team: the simple pleasures of seeing both drivers inside the points.

Vettel, with his P3, garnered 15 hard-fought points, while Leclerc, his younger teammate, who in the fighting final seconds saw his near-certain podium become a fourth in the end, grabbed 12.

But the tireless Monegasque, sad that hey may have been, took it, whilst Ferrari bagged 27 worthy points.

And with it, can you believe it, stand on 130 points; that’s 24 shy of Racing Point in third, 19 behind McLaren and only six behind Renault, who’re stacked on fifth.

For all this and more- wasn’t Turkey a truly unforgettable race?

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