By now, Marigold and I were guests of Red Bull and sitting at their table, content to watch as Ron collected the award. Would he mention my contribution in his speech, I wondered? He certainly mentioned me. He told the room how I had left McLaren to join Red Bull because I wanted a quiet, low-pressure job working for a team that would never ever succeed. Oh yes, and how I was doing it all for the money. Sitting beside me, Christian was indignant on my behalf, but I found myself feeling a little more philosophical. I thought, Well, at least I know I’ve made the right decision.
