George Russell, Mercedes (P4) – 8/10
Russell reigned in the silver slipstream, his P6 patrol a masterclass in metronomic menace – fending Piastri's penalty-plagued pursuit and Verstappen's vanguard with elegant elan, Turn 1 defenses scripted like sonnets. No fireworks, but his finesse was impeccable although he was outpaced by Antonelli.
Max Verstappen, Red Bull (P3) 10/10
Verstappen's virtuoso voyage from pit-lane purgatory to P3 podium was pure sorcery, dissecting the field with scalpel-sharp passes that turned Interlagos into his personal playground. Effort? God-mode engaged, a Dutch dynamo defying odds and doubt, title torch still flickering fiercely. From qualy qualms to conquest, Max mauled the midfield like a lion late for lunch. This beast's built for the hunt, not the hunted.
