Max Verstappen has pretty much walked on water since he sailed into Formula 1 as a 17-year-old and began tearing up convention and rewriting the rulebook (sometimes literally) that governs what it means to be a top-class modern grand prix driver. Much of the adulation is thoroughly deserved. For the most part, his driving has been utterly outstanding.

But there is a streak of almost arrogance in Verstappen's brilliance - an unshakeable self-belief that he is the best in the business, or at least a cast-iron inner-certainty that he one day will be. As a consequence, Verstappen carries with him a Senna-esque sense of his own infallibility.

It's easy to see how we got here. Verstappen has earned this reputation because he walks the walk as well as talking the talk: driving around the outside of Felipe Nasr at Blanchimont in 2015; doing the same to Sergio Perez at the Senna S a few races later; battling the Ferraris with an inferior Toro Rosso at that year's crazy United States Grand Prix; winning on his Red Bull debut in Spain the following year; making most of the field look second rate in the wet in Brazil in 2016; the list goes on.