Red Bull: Max, we’re going on hards.
Mercedes: Lewis, box for the soft tyre.
McLaren: Danger lies before you, while safety lies behind. Two of us will help you, whichever you would find. One among us seven will let you move ahead, Another will transport the driver back instead. Two among our number hold only til laps nine, Three of us are mediums, waiting hidden in line.
Choose, unless you wish to stay P2 for evermore, to help you in your choice we give you these compounds four.