An 11-position gap to his teammate, nearly a second slower per lap, and zero excuses left. This isn't growing pains — it's a mismatch.
We were told to give it time. That Lewis Hamilton would settle into the Ferrari, find his rhythm, bridge the gap to Charles Leclerc. Spa was supposed to be where it clicked.
Instead, Hamilton finished 11 positions behind his teammate in a 15-lap sprint. Same car. Same tyres. Same track conditions. This wasn't bad luck. This was a massacre.