Bro, sit down because I've got news that'll make you chug your coffee! At Monaco, bro, where even my E90 BMW can't fit on the streets, there was a fierce battle in qualifying. And guess what? Hamilton, the old man, shut up everyone who said he's lost his speed. He came out 3rd, after Verstappen and the kid Antonelli - yeah, the one who snatched pole like a boss. The 41-year-old Brit, now at Ferrari, said this, I quote from sources: "There is no lack of speed, regardless of the negative comments." Well done, Uncle Lewis, that's how you answer! And Mioara keeps telling me I suck at driving, but I show her how I slalom through potholes in Berceni - it's the same spirit, bro.
Now, let's get into details. The weekend seemed theirs after they went 1-2 in practice on Friday. But on Saturday, when it mattered, Ferrari was beaten by Antonelli and Verstappen. Hamilton said the car felt "completely different" from Friday, even though they only made small adjustments overnight. He said: "The car was in a very bad place, we lost the chance to fight for the front row." Well, well! I had the same thing when I changed Tyson's oil and he looked at me like I'd messed up the sarmale recipe - the car ran badly, but I still got what I could out of it.
And now, the part with Leclerc, the local Monegasque. He finished 4th, after crashing in Q3 right at Tabac. He says "it's a combination of factors" and "the car is chaotic." Well, bro, Relu's car is chaotic too, but he complains at the terrace, not on Sky Sports. Leclerc explained he's had a car issue for two weekends and hopes to fix it in Barcelona. Same with Mioara when her vacuum breaks: she blames Tyson, the power, anything, just not admitting she dropped it down the stairs. I think they have the solution, but we'll have to see.
And look, George Russell, that guy from Mercedes, said "never say never" when asked if he'd be teammates with Verstappen. Man, what can I say, it's like Brian's transfer from school to the football academy - theoretically possible, but who pays? Anyway, the Monaco race is today at 4 PM, and I'm planting myself in front of the TV with a beer and a snack, to see if Hamilton still has the grit or if Leclerc plays the victim again. One thing's for sure: Ferrari is favorite in words, but on track it's a different story. Alright, I'm off to explain to Mioara that Monaco isn't like the Lidl parking lot where she weaves with her cart.
