You can talk about many things about a sensational Hungarian GP. From Bottas’ incomprehensible carom at the start, which conditioned the entire race. From a starting grid with only one driver on it, everyone else starting from the pit lane. From Hamilton’s comeback. From the first victory of Ocon (the big boy) and his team with the current name, Alpine. Vettel’s second place, who once again exhibits his talent beyond that unstoppable Red Bull that gave him so much glory and four titles. From the sensational Sainz’s fourth place. Even a Verstappen who loses the provisional leadership of the World Cup with his head held high, fighting at all times. However, I am clear the undisputed protagonist for me from the Hungaroring competition. A forty-something, a champion, a fighter: Fernando Alonso.
The Asturian crossed the finish line in fifth position, but that’s the least of it. His ten laps holding Hamilton, with a car and much higher ambitions, were simply anthological. By the talent shown, the courage, the pride and the work for his team. Ocon won something easier because his teammate stopped a hurricane over a Mecedes more than expected. Beyond that, Alonso’s defense makes it very clear why he continues to compete when just three days ago he reached quarantine. You don’t need it for money, honors, or fame. He wants it out of ambition, talent, and hunger for success. Hopefully Fernando will have a more competitive car soon, next season. Because if so, there is no doubt that your options will have no limits. He is a champion. Forever.