Max Verstappen: “One second, I’m not speaking before he’s leaving.”
Giles Richards: “Seriously?”
Verstappen: “Yeah.”
Richards: “Because of the question last year?”
Verstappen: “Yeah.”
Richards: “You want me to leave?”
Verstappen: “Yeah.”
Richards: “It’s because of the question I asked you in Abu Dhabi?”
Verstappen: “Yeah.”
Richards: “About why you…”
Verstappen: “Yeah.”
Richards: “About Spain?”
Verstappen: “Get out.”
Richards: “You’re really, really upset about it?”
Verstappen: “Get out. Get out. Now we can start.”
I can imagine the frustration of being asked about painful regret from someone hiding behind a shit-eating grin. But it sounds like he’s dealing with his over-the-hill F1 relevance by projecting daddy issues onto a journalist - someone at a lower power differential. Not a good look, Max. Go to therapy instead.
This is a good example of how authoritarian parenting/training (by Jos) is ultimately more limiting than helpful. You start facing defeat at some point and it enrages and confuses you.