A great weekend for spectators, but bad for Red Bull

The Miami Grand Prix is an odd one. It's one of those all-singing, all-dancing, slightly schizophrenic events that don't quite know whether it's a motor race or a music festival.

- David Tremayne

That's great if you're a paying punter there for the noise of cars or the bray of jiggling singers of horribly repetitive lyrics backed by horribly repetitive chords. Not so great if you are there as a hack to report something and to do so preferably without a thumping beat echoing endlessly in your head.

But... well, when you've been to the grandly named Miami International Autodrome you know you've been to An Event afterwards.

In all fairness, this year's offering was a real humdinger. It started with a sprint race in which Max Verstappen was his usual robust self taking the lead from brilliant, youngest-ever pole-sitter Kimi Antonelli before Lando Norris and Oscar Piastri pushed their McLarens past him and Lewis Hamilton cheered his supporters — and himself — by completing the podium.

Then there was the grand prix itself, where... yep, you guessed it, Oscar and Lando did it all over again, albeit in reverse order. And this time George Russell completed the podium as Verstappen had to settle for a disgruntled fourth.