On the roof of the Mercedes building in the Abu Dhabi Grand Prix paddock, Lewis Hamilton sat burnished in golden desert light.
Reclining on a sofa, fashionable flat-peak cap, designer sunglasses, white shorts. As if he did not have a care in the world.
Apart from his Mercedes team shirt, he looked like a film star relaxing on a beach. And he was certainly not acting like a man who by the end of the weekend will be facing one extreme of emotions or another.
Hamilton, like his Mercedes team-mate Nico Rosberg, will leave Abu Dhabi either on top of the world or in the pits of despair.
By Sunday evening, one of them will be world champion, riding a wave of confidence into the close season; the other a beaten man who must spend the winter building himself back up to do it all over again next year
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