"Looks like you racked your brain on that one," Adam, Selçuk's coach, said, his voice a low murmur of grudging respect. He turned to Burak, who was watching the race unfold with an impossibly wide, proud smile plastered across his face.
The smile had been there since the first corner. It had appeared the moment Fatih, faced with a charging Selçuk, had executed a strategic gambit so audacious and mature it defied his age.
"I don't remember teaching him that," Burak said, and it was the honest truth. Their practice sessions had been focused on mastering the new kart and refining fundamentals. This level of tactical warfare was something else entirely. "He's just talented enough to come up with it himself."
