Can you imagine Marc Márquez living a calm life? The series is a whirl of racetracks, team meetings, team dinners, surgeons, consultations rooms, hospital wards, gyms full of torture gear, training on bicycles, training on motorbikes, private jets, hanging with his gang at the brothers’ Le Corbusier-style mansion in Madrid and lots of pain and moments of dark thoughts. After the fourth operation on his arm, in June last year, he’s wheeled out of surgery, still drugged up to the eyeballs, with all his power gone, his fire extinguished, like Samson shorn of his locks. He lies there weak, like you’ve never seen him, defeated like you’ve never seen him,…