#xavier marcos padros

[f1-stuff]

Las Vegas GP '23 // Charles' Post-Race Radio

"Yeehaw! At least, the second place. At least, the fucking second place. Agh! I wanted that win so bad. Fuck! But what a race, honestly...there's nothing left. Oh my god." "That was a race, though. I enjoyed it so much. As much as- fuck. Ah, the win. Anyway..."

[paddymoonstruck]

Paining: Charles Leclerc X Nepo!OC

Summary: Sofina faces challenges on the first race of the season and sees the face of the person she fears the most.

Warnings: Cursing/Abusive language and actions

Previous Chapter

Notes: A bit of a heavy chapter but nothing too extreme. Please let me your thoughts on this chapter and if you want to be added in the tag list.

The paddock had always been a place of refuge to Sofina. An escape from fast-paced life she had been subjected into. Her love for motorsports started when she witnessed Charles raced in France at merely 7 years old, on her birthday. Sofina would do well to think he was the reason for her ongoing pursuit to aid him and Ferrari with their needs. There was no hesitation on her part when it came down to providing and she would happily do whatever it takes in the goodness of her heart.

Today, as the bristling sounds of engines and cheers filled her hearing, she stood from the stool she had been wilting on. The point in her brow more prominent than ever, matching the deep scowl settled on her lips as she focused her gaze on the screen where the race was being projected.

It was lap 38 of the Bahrain Grand Prix. Unlike the promising result from the Pre-Testing Season, the current state of the team was far from successful.

Charles was a position lower than where he started and a surprise to no one, Max was leading by an obscene number of seconds.

Sofina slammed her hands on the wooden table, and despite having those massive headphones in the ears, the occupants flinched at the sudden explosive reaction from their dearest sponsor.

“What the hell is happening?” Sofina roared, whipping her head to Charles’s race engineer, Xavier “Xavi” Marcos Padros.

Blood pumped rapidly in her veins at the lack of response, seemingly worsening when she heard the grating sigh Xavi had the audacity to release.

Her eye twitched, not able to stopped herself as she shoved Xavi’s shoulder, fingers gripping at his Ferrari shirt. She ignored Fred Vasseur’s useless attempts behind her to calm her down.

It was probably the adrenaline and stress that all came with tonight’s race, when she saw the fear slowly creeping into Xavi’s feature’s she could not explain the overwhelming amount of elation she had experienced.

“Tell me.” She gritted, wrinkling Xavi’s shirt to the point of no return.

The Spanish race engineer swallowed the lump on his throat, as he trembled under the furry of Sofina’s glare, unable to look elsewhere in the fear of having his eyes possibly gouged out by the her devilish hands.

“Th-There seems to be pr-problem with the b-brakes—” He nearly lost all the taces of masculinity in his body when she responded.

“What?”

Her icy tone froze the whole room, and silence bounced on the walls, everyone afraid to move a muscle as if they’d be burned on a stick if they dared to try.

The people in the garage cringed at the ear-piercing scoff Sofina gave Xavi. They were aware of how the female business magnate perceived errors in the team. Sofina believes that a failure isn’t done by one person but rather every single one responsible of overseeing the car. Not only that, there was not a soul in that garage who wasn’t aware of Charles’s importance to Sofina.

Her ferocity towards them was, in fact, reasonable.

“You sent him out there with broken brakes?” She hissed, releasing her death grip on Xavi with a push strong enough to send him leaning back on his seat. “What now, then? We just let him race like that and hope for the best?”

Sofina’s attention was now at Fred, craning her neck towards him for answers but the solemn look on his face was enough before he even got to whatever daft explanation he had.

“It were working well earlier as well as it did in the Qualifying . . .” Fred sighed, confusion and disappointment flooding his face. “I-I don’t know how this happened.”

“Is that right?” Sofina laughed, dripping with anger. “Charles has done nothing but nearly break track limits at every corner!”

They’re all in luck. Sofina thought.

If he was less of the brilliant driver he was, he would’ve crashed ages ago and their heads would be served on a silver platter on her father’s desk.

A chill ran down her spine at the thought of her dad. The reason for her prickly attitude and the bane of her existence. She began to unwilling peddle back to his demand for a better performance from Charles and didn’t help that the team was currently deteriorating in the first race of the year.

Sofina didn’t have to be in her father’s presence to hear the infuriated thoughts and colorful words radiating from him wherever he was right now. He had made it known to her that he would be watching this Grand Prix and if he was here physically, she could see him stating the embarrassing position she had put him in, how irresponsible and idiotic she was to ever consider putting her trust in this time and again.

Defeated, she had no choice but to let her thoughts simmer and see how everything pans out.

Who knows? Perhaps the universe will finally take a look at her pitiful self and decide she deserves a break.

Admittedly, wishing for the universe’s mercy was and will forever be a deluded move. The universe turns a blind eye, or Sofina would dare say, stare while her body bursts into flames and laughs at her misfortunes.

However, as much as her initial instincts grappled against her throat, yelling through the seams of her sanity to spout her dilemma and make this about her. In a different setting, maybe she would have but the choking dismay on Charles’s face once he entered the garage made her resolve crumble in a second.

She watched from afar as he patted and nodded at the team, thanking them for a job well done. His smile didn’t match the obvious disappointment that swam in his eyes, seemingly wavering as it met hers.

Sofina started to stand, meeting him halfway into an embrace. The mixture of heat, sweat and the smell of smoke filled her lungs as she pulled him closer.

The pat she laid on his back differed from the ones the team gave him, Charles notices. While he was grateful for the intent and support of it, it was full of pity that made him feel terrible and guilty. Beyond those, was the soft caress of Sofina’s delicate hands on him. He sagged in her arms, promptly tightening his coiled arms around her waist.

“I’m so proud of you!” She beamed, fingers traveling up the nape of his neck. “You were fantastic!”

Charles pulled away, catching her gazing immediately. “You looked pretty mad, though.”

Sofina snorted, smirking at his frowning face. “Oh? Where’d you see?”

“A reporter showed it to me,” He said, judgmental eyes staring down at her.

While she nodded, Charles slowly leaned down to level of her ear. As if there’s a magnetic force, Sofina automatically gravitates towards his waiting lips. Hot breath trickled on her skin as he whispered, “I was about to feel bad for them but I remembered I almost destroyed the car at every turn.”

Sofina contained the shiver that was to ripple down her spine when Charles chuckled lowly in her ear. Despite having the one that in a speeding car merely a few minutes ago, she felt as if the heat coursing through her veins equaled to that of Charles’s post-race adrenaline.

“You shouldn’t feel bad,” She assured, ignoring abrasive pounding in her chest as she glanced at the Ferrari crew and Fred chatting with each other just a few feet away from them. “They shouldn’t have let drive a car that could’ve killed you in the first place.”

Charles followed the turn of her head, agreeing at the obvious. “They try.”

This of course, was met with a sharp scoff. “They always try. When will they actually—” Sofina stopped, catching her unbecoming annoyance come to the surface. She took in a long breath and shifted her gaze back to Charles. “Let’s just forget about it . . . Are you finish?” She glanced over his body that was blocking the cameras from the outside.

“I am.” Charles tilts his body to shadow the curve of her spine as she looked forward, hoping to snatch her attention back. He frowned as Sofina’s eyes zeroed in on the object of her distraction, staring stright ahead and not regarding his presence, enough for Charles to search for what it might be.

Oh.

It was indeed a distracting sight. He squinted at the sudden outpour of clicks and flashes, along with the rowdy voices of the ocean of journalists, shouting through the atmosphere with their entire chests.

Sofina, on the other hand, started to go deaf. The bleary volume of the noises plummeted in her hearing, similar to water accidentally entering her ears at the figure that approached her. And as the distance got smaller, the more lightheaded she felt.

The celebratory cheer she had practiced for Charles thrown out her brain, leaving her helpless and lost. She began to feel the wetness of her palms from sweat, making her close it into a fist.

“Dad.” At nearly sounded like a question. As if her eyes had deceived her. She wished it did. The notion of her possibly hallucinating was far more comforting than the horrible reality of her father standing in front of her at this moment.

“Sofina.”

Comes the curt greeting and ever-so downward curve of his lips as he stared down at her. The wrinkles on his forehead deeper as his brows pulled with his unpleased scowl.

“I didn’t think you’d be able to make it!” She mustered up her best effort to be enthusiastic, giving him a wide smile despite the grueling knot in her stomach.

“How could I not?” Sofina cringed at the piercing loudness of his voice, booming into the walls of the garage as he glared at her. If she were to listen hard enough, the sound of his teeth chafing could be heard from their distance.

Sofina held a breath as she took into account the several prying eyes burning into her still figure. The urge to avoid her father’s scorching glare was nearly as intense as her will to save the bits of her dignity but she chose the latter.

She managed to look him in the eye, softly muttering. “I think it would be better to talk about this in private.”

It was unclear whether anyone away from their radius would’ve heard her but if they did, one could account for the slight quiver of her voice as she spoke to him. The thought of being seen as a weak vulnerable woman sent her sanity into a crazed blinking red light, alarms in her head going off to retreat away from this exposed scene.

Her pending humiliation was cut short as her father agreed to her request. Her relief came in a flow of fresh water, sighing into ease. She led the way, in the hopes to find an empty room.

She resisted to strong desire to look back at the green orbs she could feel staring at the back of her head and although she wished someone would rescue her from the terrifying flames of her father’s wrath, she wasn’t selfish enough to let Charles touch the fire that was meant for her.

“When will you start using that godforsaken brain of yours?”

The moment the door locked into place and the slightly flickering lights of the empty office steadied, the lump obstructing Sofina’s throat began to expand. Heat seared on her entire body at the cutting hiss of her father’s deafening roar.

She rubbed her hands together, as if to ebb away the quake in them before she spoke unable to lift her head from the ground.

“It hasn’t happened yet, I can still cancel—”

"You should not have given them the chance to think that you’d even consider to ally yourself with them!”

Sofina flinched back, the echo of his voice setting her a few paces behind as he suddenly turned into her direction.

“Do you have any idea how degrading this is for our family?” He stalked forward, and Sofina could barely register their proximity until his black polished oxfords came into her view.

Her breath picked up, swallowing immensely as her throat began to dry. She tried to focus, noticing her hearing becoming scattered and cloudy as blood pouded wildly into her ears.

It was a moment of desperation. When she had heard about Maximilian Rothchild’s interest to support Ferrari, nothing else seemed to matter. Thus, she failed to see the flaws of this plan which would have been more obvious if she was in the right mind.

Sofina was someone who took her work very seriously. The one listed and made notes about every single error or improvement at the moves she was to make. The perfectionist among her siblings and the person who thought everything through. She was supposed to prevent mistakes before they got the chance to happen.

Embarrassment wrung on her neck as her actions became clear in her mind and she couldn’t help but groan in discomfort at her own idiocy.

“I wasn’t thinking—" She was immediately cut off at her admission and she couldn’t do more than accept her fate.

“You were not thinking!” Her father yelled, cementing his heavy hand on each side of her shoulder as he leaned down to her face. When she refused to give him her gaze, he squeezed her shoulders.

“Look at me when I’m talking to you!”

Sofina whimpered as the ponderous palms that weight her down dug into her skin, deep enough to be felt in her bones. The pain forced her to look up, teeth gritting as nervousness gripped at her sanity as she came eye to eye with the ferocious beast and if it wasn’t for the same mahogany eyes he had inherited from him, she would have forgotten her relation to him.

“Are you trying to humiliate me? Huh?” He shook her, rattling the resolve she had been building up. “I sent you to the finest schools and you’ve topped your classes but I’m going to tell you right now, it all amounted to nothing. You’re just as brainless as you were before I sent you away.”

He released her from the blood cutting grip, forceful enough to push her to the ground. Sofina grunted as she landed on the floor, the shock somehow erased her instinct to catch herself. A small crack, clicked at the air as she twisted her wrist.

But without a care, her father continued to stare at her, towering over her injured figure. “You will fix this. I will not have those pesky journalists see you work with a Rothchild. Do you understand?”

With her abled hand holding the other, she nodded, taking deep breaths as she answered. “More than anything.”

He began to reach for the door, but turned back. “Tell your Charles to get it together before I replace him.” And he shut the door behind him with a loud bang.

The silence Sofina was left with was soon disturbed when she began to feel the pain of her wrist. She groaned as she got to her feet, clutching the damaged area to her body. She only let go to twist the doorknob and peak her head through the hallway to make sure no one was there to witness her pathetic self.

She skipped out the room, adrenaline soaring to her veins as she tried conceal the pain from showing in her face whenever she would pass people. She was looking the other way when she turned the corner and to her misfortunes, she bumped into someone, her hand instinctively coming out to push the person away, making her jerk back at the sudden pressure she applied on her wrist.

She hissed, retracting her hand back to cradle it on her chest. Her head snapped towards the person, ready to reprimand him. It all but died in her throat as she was met by the same oceanic leafy orbs that was filled with unmistakable worry.

“Hey!” Perhaps to compensate for her wavering nerves, her greeting came unnaturally loud.

It was useless, as it didn’t deflate the worry in his eyes as he glanced down at where she had her hand clutched to her heart. She was about to hide it at her back but was stopped by Charles’s soft grip on them.

Mortification drew on her face as she maintained a firm gaze on her and she felt flustered under his intense eyes as if trying to draw her out of her mind.

“What happened?”

Sofina stared back at him, brows furrowing in a feign confusion. “What are you talking about?”

He scoffed, frown deepening at her attempt to lie. “Are you hurt? Let me see—”

“I’m fine, Charles.” She insisted, ripping her arm from his grip as she paid no mind to the igniting ache crawling through her bones. “Just leave it.”

Charles was no stranger to Sofina’s display of hostility when it came to asking for help. In times like this he would often try to extract the problem from her defensive system before she completely shuts down any source of aid. However, the sight of her purpling wrist was enough to disregard his usual respect for her space as annoyance began to creep through his veins.

“Come with me.” Before Sofina can respond, he pulled her in tow, keeping a solid grasp on around her waist, carefully navigating them until they reached the parking lot.

As the wind outside hit her face, Sofina pulled back. “I’m not going to a random hospital!”

“I’m not taking you to one. Calm down.” He mumbled, glancing back at her apprehensive expression. He sighed, halting his movements as he realized the roughness of how he handled her. “I have a first aid kit in my car. Whatever happened to you, I can try and dress it then we can go home and call your doctor if that’s what you want. Is that okay?”

The heaviness of her chest subdued at the softness and understanding in his voice, prompting her to nod at his proposition.

“Good. Now come on. Let’s see what we can do about your hand.”

Sofina reached for his hand with her uninjured one, gripping it and relishing the comforting hear it radiated on her palm.

The previous fear and nervous state she had been in slowly decreased as the time of them together passed by. She often wondered what were to happen to her had she refused to celebrate her birthday on a racetrack back in 2005.

How different would her life be if that day didn’t happen? Would she have been happier? Perhaps her father would still love her like he did.

Either way, she will never be permitted to turn back time no matter how many birthday wishes she wastes on it. She was here now and the only thing she can do is live through it even with the hallow ache in her heart where her father's affection used to reside.

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[racingliners]

More '2023 favourites' Polls! Next up: race engineers!

We love them for different reasons, the fact that they're mad smart, have wonderful relationships with their drivers, are known to be hilarious over team radio, or they just look really good in button up shirts.

Because poll options only go up to 12, I'm splitting them into two groups of 10, with the top 5 from each going into a final poll.

Everyone will be listed in alphabetical order by surname, with their team and driver in brackets, so if you can't find the one you want click here.

(Please reblog for sample size!)

[stateofcharles]

i fucking hate ferrari i fucking hate its mechanics i fucking hate xavier marcos padros i fucking hate the SF23 i fucking hate redbull i fucking hate max verstappen i fucking hate everyone and everything

[formulinos]

xavier marcos padros i will fuck your mother and your father

[f1]

Ferraris result much worse than what it felt like says Leclerc after litany of problems | 2023 Hungarian Grand Prix

Charles Leclerc said Ferrari’s result in the Hungarian Grand Prix looked worse than it was after enduring a litany of problems during the race. He finished seventh after a penalty for breaking the pit lane speed limit dropped him behind George Russell. He also lost ground earlier in the race when a crew member had to swap wheel guns when he came in to change tyres. “The pit stop was quite slow and we had a five seconds penalty for speeding in the pit lane,” said Leclerc. “So it’s again a weekend that is difficult. “Honestly it’s frustrating overall because I felt that with the pace we have today, even as a driver, when you are feeling like you are doing a good job with a car you have, nobody really notices it. And whenever you are doing a bad job, everybody notices it. So it is difficult, but at the end it’s part of the game.” Leclerc said the team need to “do a step forward, as McLaren did” with their car. “Now we are on the back foot and it’s been confirmed since the last three weekends, so there’s a lot of work to do again.” Having finished second two races ago in Austria, Leclerc has taken ninth and seventh in the following rounds. “Honestly, today I feel like the result is much worse than what it felt like,” he said. “The first stint felt pretty good, then with the slow stop it really put us on the back foot being behind Lance [Stroll]. I had to push a lot, then we were with Carlos [Sainz Jnr] and we lost a bit of time there. Advert | Become a RaceFans supporter and go ad-free “Then in the third stint I pushed again and there again the car felt quite okay. So I feel like the result looks worse than what it actually is, but it’s clear that compared to Lando [Norris] especially we are still behind.” Gallery: 2023 Hungarian Grand Prix in pictures The Ferrari driver endured other problems during the race. Before the start he discovered his drink tube was too short to reach his mouth. “I had no water,” he said. “Just before the start I realised that the tube was too short so I couldn’t reach the water. So it was really frustrating.” He also had more difficulty communicating with his race engineer Xavier Marcos Padros at times. In one radio message broadcast on the world feed during the race he told his team their strategy “doesn’t make sense” and was confused to be told “we are discussing and we will do it at the end” in response. “We have also a lot of problems with the radio,” Leclerc explained. “”One out of four words is not understood by an engineer because there’s just problems with our radio [for] three or four races. So we need to fix that. “Obviously my tone of voice is quite high because I need to make myself heard. But I just wanted to make sure that they understand me wrong and that I wanted to go aggressive early and not aggressive late. So it was just about clarifying because of our radio issues.” Bringing the F1 news from the source RaceFans strives to bring its readers news directly from the key players in Formula 1. We are able to do this thanks in part to the generous backing of our RaceFans Supporters. By contributing £1 per month or £12 per year (or the equivalent in other currencies) you can help cover the costs involved in producing original journalism: Travelling, writing, creating, hosting, contacting and developing. We have been proudly supported by our readers for over 10 years. If you enjoy our independent coverage, please consider becoming a RaceFans Supporter today. As a bonus, all our Supporters can also browse the site ad-free. Sign up or find out more via the links below: Advert | Become a RaceFans supporter and go ad-free 2023 Hungarian Grand Prix Browse all 2023 Hungarian Grand Prix articles via RaceFans - Independent Motorsport Coverage https://www.racefans.net/

[5iceroy]

im going to kill myself in front of ferrari race engineer xavier marcos padros to forever change the trajectory of his life

[thissying]

How??? Question.

[chasingpegasus]

Found this, from last year though:

Key Ferrari trackside personnel

Team principal: Mattia Binotto Sporting director and head of track activities: Laurent Mekies Head of track engineering: Matteo Togninalli Head of strategy: Inaki Rueda Head of engine operations: Luigi Fraboni Sebastian Vettel's race engineer: Riccardo Adami Sebastian Vettel's performance engineer: Steven Petrik Charles Leclerc's race engineer: Xavier Marcos Padros Charles Leclerc's performance engineer: Bryan Bozzi Head of track operations: Claudio Albertini Chief mechanic: Christian Corradini Sebastian Vettel #1 mechanic: Filippo Miliani Charles Leclerc #1 mechanic: Alessandro Fusaro

[maranello]

Who is marcos? I know xavi is his engineer but I don't remember anyone named marcos

wndjdj xavi’s full name is Xavier Marcos Padros so I think it’s probably still him

[russell-63]

Correction:

Charles' engineer is Xavier Marcos Padros and Seb's race engineer is Chris Cronin. The ones listed are former race engineers of them!

So realising that I almost know nothing bout the Race Engineers, could you may give me a list with all of the guys u know?

I can try my best anon but if I did mistakes, anyone correct me please! This is based purely on what I found on the Internet/articles, etc...

Mercedes: Peter 'Bono' Bonnington (Lewis) & Riccardo 'Riki' Mosconi (Valtteri)

Red Bull: Gianpiero 'GP' Lambiase (Max) & Hugh Bird (Checo)

Ferrari: Jock Clear (Charles) & Ricciardo Adami (Carlos)

McLaren: William Joseph (Lando) & Tom Stallard (Daniel)

Aston Martin: Bradley 'Brad' Joyce (Lance) & Tim Wright (Seb)

Alpha Tauri: Pierre Hamelin (Pierre) & Mattia Spini (Yuki)

Alpine: Josh Peckett (Esteban) & Karel Loos (Fernando)

Alfa Romeo: Julien Simon-Chautemp (Kimi), no information found on Antonio

Williams: James Urwin (George) & Gaetan Jego (not entirely sure, Nicholas)

Haas: Gary Gannon (Mick) & Dominic 'Dom' Haines (not entirely sure, Mazepin)

[f1-stuff]

Bahrain GP '24 // Ferrari Team Radio Snippet (1/?)

Xavi: "Brake situation still stable." Charles: "You mean, it's still shit, right?"

[formulinos]

also xavier marcos padros i will squirt on your water without you knowing

[f1]

Verstappen leads Red Bull one-two ahead of Albons Williams | 2023 British Grand Prix first practice

Max Verstappen looked in control of proceedings throughout the first practice session for the British Grand Prix and ended it quickest by four tenths of a second. The Red Bull driver quickly took up his usual place at the top of the timing screens after the session began. Most drivers opted for the hard compound tyres to begin with, and Verstappen was consistently the quickest, eventually setting a best of 1’29.863. Despite holding an advantage in the order of a second over his rivals, the Red Bull driver complained he had “zero grip”. Verstappen remained on top of the times until the mid-point of the session, when several drivers began to fit the soft compound tyres. Logan Sargeant was among the first to do so, and used the updated Williams to go third-quickest at one stage. Carlos Sainz Jnr finally displaced Verstappen with a 1’29.357 on his soft tyres. His team mate Charles Leclerc made it a one-two ahead of the Red Bull pair, the two Ferraris split by six-hundredths of a second. “I tried something in the last two corners, it didn’t work,” Leclerc revealed after a later run. “Copy, understood, we’ve seen it,” replied his race engineer Xavier Marcos Padros. The Alpine drivers also showed some good pace on the soft tyres. Esteban Ocon, who complained of poor performance through Silverstone’s few slow corners at first, went quickest, while Pierre Gasly took up fourth behind the Ferraris. This arrangement of the top places was only ever going to be temporary, and sure enough almost as soon as the Red Bull drivers put on softs they brushed Ferrari, Alpine and the rest aside. Sergio Perez couldn’t do the job on his first lap, falling 0.053s short of Leclerc, but his team mate did. Verstappen looked slightly ragged on his first flying lap, taking a lot of kerb at the exit of Chapel and Stowe. But he kept his foot in, and a 1’28.836 put him on top by 0.444s. He found another two-tenths on a subsequent lap to extend his advantage. Fernando Alonso put his Aston Martin second, but he was doomed to be replaced by another Mercedes-powered car. Not the works team nor the recently-updated McLaren which went so well in Austria, but the Williams of Alexander Albon, bearing a special livery to mark the team’s 800th grand prix, a milestone it will reach at the next race. Only one other driver managed to beat Albon’s time: Perez, by a mere four-hundredths of a second in the Red Bull. Behind Alonso, Leclerc, Ocon and Sainz came Lando Norris in the first of the McLarens. Team mate Oscar Piastri, running the updated car for the first time, was 10th but suffered a hydraulic leak. Stroll split the pair in the second Aston Martin. Nyck de Vries ended the first session in 11th place, having started it with a harmless spin into the gravel at Luffield. He ended up four-tenths of a second quicker than his team mate as AlphaTauri evaluate a substantial upgrade package. The first Mercedes was a lowly 12th. Neither Lewis Hamilton nor George Russell ran the soft tyres during the first session, but nor was either driver happy with the performance of their W14. Hamilton was wrestling with his car at several points around the lap, and gave it straight to race engineer Peter Bonnington: “Balance is pretty bad, mate.” Russell asked for his steering to be looked at after complaining about various vibrations. Advert | Become a RaceFans supporter and go ad-free 2023 British Grand Prix first practice result Advert | Become a RaceFans supporter and go ad-free 2023 British Grand Prix Browse all 2023 British Grand Prix articles via RaceFans - Independent Motorsport Coverage https://www.racefans.net/

[f1]

Leclerc takes grid drop as Ferrari incur third impeding penalty in four rounds | 2023 Austrian Grand Prix

Charles Leclerc has been demoted three grid places for today’s sprint race after he impeded Oscar Piastri in sprint race qualifying. Leclerc qualified in sixth position for this afternoon’s sprint race behind Ferrari team mate Carlos Sainz Jnr. However, he was investigated by the stewards for allegedly impeding Oscar Piastri during the opening phase of the sprint qualifying session. With just under five minutes remaining in SQ1, Leclerc had just finished a push lap to put him in seventh place. Leclerc informed the team he wanted to pit at the end of that lap and was informed that Piastri, who was pushing, was six seconds behind him. Approaching the pit entry at the penultimate corner, Leclerc was warned by race engineer Xavier Marcos Padros to “watch for traffic with Piastri, he is pushing.” Leclerc appeared to try to keep out of the McLaren’s way by running over the inside kerb, later complaining that the entry to the pitlane was still damp from the earlier rain. Piastri had to back off to avoid hitting the Ferrari. While he completed the lap and improved on his personal best time in the session up to that point, Piastri did not set a personal best third sector on the lap he came across the Ferrari at the penultimate corner. “I got massively impeded by the Ferrari,” Piastri told his team on the radio after completing his lap. After investigating the incident, the stewards agreed with the McLaren rookie, determining that the Ferrari driver had impeded Piastri to the tune of half a second and thus handed him a three place grid penalty. Advert | Become a RaceFans supporter and go ad-free In the stewards hearing, Ferrari admitted that they “could have done better” in warning Leclerc about Piastri behind, with Leclerc starting that “if I had been warned I could have done something earlier.” The stewards accepted that Leclerc had not been entirely at fault for the incident and that Ferrari’s “lack of communication was the major contributing factor”. However, they determined that a penalty “must be imposed” for the incident. The decision drops Leclerc from sixth to ninth on the grid. Both Aston Martins of Fernando Alonso and Lance Stroll and the Alpine of Esteban Ocon will each gain a place on the grid as a result. This is the third time in four race weekends Ferrari have been given a grid penalty for impeding. Leclerc was penalised for impeding Piastri’s team mate Lando Norris in Monaco, and Sainz had the same penalty for getting in Pierre Gasly’s way two weeks ago in Canada. Updated: 2023 Austrian Grand Prix sprint race grid Become a RaceFans Supporter RaceFans is run thanks in part to the generous support of its readers. By contributing £1 per month or £12 per year (or the same in whichever currency you use) you can help cover the costs of creating, hosting and developing RaceFans today and in the future. Become a RaceFans Supporter today and browse the site ad-free. Sign up or find out more via the links below: Advert | Become a RaceFans supporter and go ad-free 2023 Austrian Grand Prix Browse all 2023 Austrian Grand Prix articles via RaceFans - Independent Motorsport Coverage https://www.racefans.net/

[f1-stuff]

Singapore GP ‘22 // Ferrari Team Radio Snippet (1/?) 

Xavi: “And Perez is being told to push, for the penalty.” Charles: “Stop speaking to me.”