“If I were a fan, I would tear the whole place down!”: The day before, Max Verstappen had sharply criticized the race in the gaming metropolis. But after his victory, the world champion sang the city’s praises – because the race turned out to be livelier than many had thought.
A collection of wry tones shimmered through the surprisingly warm Las Vegas night. Appropriately enough, it wasn’t long until the witching hour when the offbeat notes still formed a clearly recognizable melody. “Vivaaaaaaa Las Vegas!” sang the race winner into his microphone, whose name was unfortunately not Elvis Presley, but Max Verstappen. Of all the surprises this weekend in Nevada, this was the biggest: Considering that Verstappen supposedly hates this race in the American gambling metropolis so much, he obviously really wanted to win it.
