In the commentary booth...
For an entire hour and counting, the heat-scorched Shanghai circuit stretched beneath it, while the voices of Callum Verge and Sam Hunter pulsed through the booth.
Both commentators had spent lap after lap, speaking their throats raw and calling battles, near-crashes, pit dramas, and everything in between. So invested, sweat clung to their foreheads and helmets, their water bottle emptying so fast with four refills so far, yet neither man had visited the bathroom.
The race unfolding below was so exciting that to miss even a heartbeat of it would be a tragedy.
Ten laps later, Luca's impossible act in Sector 2 was still the matter of the moment. They watched the replay again: the Z24 brushing the inside kerb at Turn 8 just hard enough to appear to reset the front wing alignment.
No debris. No failure. No worsening angle. The wing simply… corrected?
