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A gap appeared.
Oscar saw an opening as Lando pushed out wide. Meters, feet, inches are the difference of standing on a podium. The distance expanded and Oscar felt hunger he had been denied for far too long.
The first time the team demanded hesitation, Lando had suffered in Hungary. Lando had his jaw pried open to released his prize. Quickly, stuffed into his mouth was a lackluster string of praise and adoration from McLaren team principles. And his reward of sportsmanship felt dreadfully bitter as he stared up from the podium at Oscar clutching his kill. Oscar could feel his teammates blood dribbling through his fingers. The only difference between the two of them had been words commanded and obeyed by his teammate. Oscar’s throat felt the tightening of the team exercising a phantom grip of control.
When did victory become so difficult to swallow?
Or: Oscar takes a bite he can't take back at the 2025 Austin Sprint GP