“Ecclestone whispered in my ear: ‘just don’t f*ck it up!'” — Christian Horner’s drive to thrive

As the Formula One season reaches its dazzling conclusion, the Red Bull boss talks Netflix, crashes — and the determination to succeed

Words: Jeremy Taylor

The foyer at Red Bull Racing headquarters in Milton Keynes is literally stacked to the ceiling with trophies. Each one has been lifted sky high on a podium, sprayed in champagne and then brought back to earth in a locked glass cabinet in Buckinghamshire.

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