Impatience is the thief of a good harvest. Matteo didn't rush it.
Without structure, forcing a move was like building a bridge with still green wood. Even a rookie must know this much.
The humidity of the day seemed to thicken as the battle for P14 escalated. In the loud RbioL, Matteo had become an analyst, studying Victor's rhythm, and spending the last three laps dissecting his defensive patterns.
In that time, he'd noticed the Ferrari's occasional disability.
Under heavy load, the rear wing slightly oscillated a touch farther than Matteo believed Victor wanted. That was enough of a sign to make a move. As far as Matteo knew, Victor might just be breathing on his limit, and it could be an easy pass.
**Fronts are holding. You can pressure**
The gap was closed to 0.5 on an alley, a sudden half-move to make the Ferrari driver panic a bit.
"…Bianchi is closing now—this is the first real look—!"
"WOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH!"
shrrm~SHReeK
