AUSTIN (ANP) - Max Verstappen had in de Grote Prijs van de Verenigde Staten niet de snelheid om voor de zege te kunnen rijden. Dat zei de Red Bull-coureur in het interview na zijn derde plaats op het Circuit of The Americas in Austin, waar de Italiaan Kimi Antonelli in de Mercedes de zege greep.

"Over het geheel genomen was onze snelheid niet goed genoeg en de beschikbare banden waren ook niet de juiste", zei Verstappen. "We zullen dat moeten proberen te begrijpen, want in de afgelopen races werkte het wel voor ons, maar hier om de een of andere reden niet. Toch hebben we het podium gehaald, al hadden we geluk met de virtuele safetycar."

Verstappen pakte zijn tiende podiumplaats van het seizoen. Met 236 punten kan hij de aanstaande wereldtitel van Antonelli, die op 365 punten staat, niet meer voorkomen.

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Kimi Antonelli took a dominant victory at the US Grand Prix, with a controlled and composed drive to beat the Ferrari of Charles Leclerc into second place, but it was not quite enough for the Italian to seal his first Formula One world championship at the Circuit of the Americas. The coronation is surely but delayed for a week as Antonelli has made it almost a formality that he will seal the deal at the next round in Mexico.

Antonelli did everything required of him in Austin, taking pole and converting it to a win, his ninth of the season. With his teammate George Russell finishing in eighth place and Ferrari’s Lewis Hamilton in fourth, the fight is alive but only just, and Antonelli is surely now in position to finish the job next weekend in Mexico City.

Thirteen years later, José Mourinho led Real Madrid into the Camp Nou, and he led them out again with a late, late victory that opens up a whole new world. With three minutes remaining and the energy with which they had played dropping, a wonderful piece of skill from Jude Bellingham found Eduardo Camavinga and set them on one last run on a night in which there were so many of them. Camavinga sprinted into the area, slipped away from Pau Cubarsí and pulled the ball back for Kylian Mbappé to provide the finish.

It had been an intense, breathless ride, a proper battle, and Madrid had won it, Mbappé getting his second goal of a special match to end Barcelona’s record nine-game winning run. So much for a battering, so much for Barcelona going nine points clear, the title race run before November; there is life in Madrid and in this league. Life in their manager too; this was planned and executed to perfection, and not the way that might have been expected.

Romola Garai and Dominic Cooper are far too good for this by-the-numbers tale of two people having an affair. It is a clattering bag of cliches

Here are a few valuable life lessons to be gathered from the new six-part series Adultery, which is about adultery.

One, don’t bother.

Nefarious doings, tiny-headed henchmen and sockless villains – the mob saga is back. And it’s as lovable as it is bloody

Just when we thought we were out, they pull us back in. Seventeen months after it huffed off in its Toyota Omertà, This City is Ours is back for a second series of high-stakes gangland bastardry. Which means, all things being equal, or at least Liverpudlian, we can expect more of the following: convoluted drug deals conducted over congealing ragu; shouting; tiny-skulled henchmen with chests of astonishing bulbosity, as if someone had squeezed their legs like tubes of toothpaste and all the meat had been forced up to their armpits; beards. So yes, it’s back. Go tell it on the mountain. And bring a shovel while you’re at it. A shovel? Yes, a shovel. Now stop asking questions and start digging; this corpse won’t disappear by itself.

“’Ee’s gone,” whimpers Cheryl (Saoirse-Monica Jackson), blinking weepily in the Marbella sunshine as troubled mobster Michael (James Nelson-Joyce) manoeuvres the decomposing remains of her late husband into a makeshift grave. And ‘ee has. Gone that is. Poor Davy (Stephen Walters). Shot by erratic kingpin Ronnie Phelan (Sean Bean) for leaking information about a drug deal, his life snuffed out like a heavily discounted Yankee Candle. Davy is now, alas, gravy.

The Hollywood star is so grumpy in this new travelogue it’s like he wishes he wasn’t there. Think sulky car journeys, strained encounters and the sense of a TV series imploding

A Course Called Ireland is a new documentary in which Bill Murray golfs his way around the “Emerald Isle” while reflecting on everything from his great-grandmother to worms. The heart leaps. Bill Murray? The same Bill Murray whose genius for wounded obnoxiousness was so beautifully deployed in Groundhog Day and Lost in Translation? Yes, the same Bill Murray.

A montage of coming attractions does little to dampen the ardour. Here is the 76-year-old actor teeing off amid the gasp-inducing greenery of County Kerry. Here he is squinting at the “hardworking Irish worms” that stripe the fairways of coastal Cork. And here he is saying “hah-hah” in a variety of other golf-adjacent locations while surrounded by locals whose body language suggests that they, too, are in the process of saying, or at least thinking, “hah-hah”. We ready our jaws for the cavalcade of bittersweet guffaws that will inevitably follow.

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Near the entrance to an absolutely amazing museum with cultural artifacts from around the world. Many collected during the height of the British Empire.

British Museum, 2014