VETTEL BEATS LCH TOTO FREAKS OUT
Sebastian Vettel and Lewis Hamilton sat together in a picture of uneasy harmony. The German had swept into the press room in jubilation, almost lifting his manager, Britta Roeske, clean off her feet as he celebrated Ferrari’s restoration to their accustomed place at the summit of Formula One.
Beside him, Hamilton was respectful but pensive, as if recognising that his rival’s superbly-judged win here at Albert Park heralded a changing of the guard.
Toto Wolff knew it, too. When Vettel emerged on track ahead of Hamilton after the decisive pit-stop, the normally composed Mercedes team principal was caught on TV banging his fist hard on the desk, twice. “Yes, I need to work on my emotions during the race,” Wolff said, acidly. “Perhaps I need to see someone professionally about it.”