I'm with Sav on this one.
The lad was a racing driver for chrissakes. I would imagine all he was bothered about was getting a drive and beating his team mates, just like any driver worth his helmet.
And as for the trophy presentation, how was he to know Adolf was going to go down in history as a thoroughly bad sport?
Putting myself in Seamans boots: I'm driving for the best team in the world, am a national celebrity, am being paid a fortune and have just started teaching the Horizontal Mambo to the teenage daughter of Mr and Mrs BMW. Just then, mum gives me a call and says it's about jolly well time I came home for tea.
Well, I know what I'd do...
Hindsight is indeed marvellous. As are hindquarters, but that's on another thread.
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