As a man of his word, Luigi avenged his team. He had said he would pay back for what Luca did to Marko in the previous race. And in some way, he did in this race.
With veracity in the press of his throttle, Luigi strained his prey, Luca. On the sodden tarmac of Spae, vengeance was set to be served.
Luca couldn't deny that he felt the aggro from Luigi—his late braking to claim the inside and relentless slipstreaming. Having the Mercedes W12 in your mirrors wasn't a nice feeling.
Yet, in the young Italian's mind, he only thought Luigi was trying to put pressure and intimidation to unnerve him, not the threat of actual contact.
The reigning champion chased down the faltering Ferrari, threading his line through the Belgian circuit's chaotic split of weather.
Each lap felt like driving two different races stitched into one, and Luca's grip woes only grew worse under the split skies.
