Well wasn’t that an interesting few weeks for all involved in motorsport.
We’ve had Bahrain on, then off, then TBA, then finally off again once the egg had found its way to Jean Todt’s face. Undermined in the public eye in your first year. That’s how to set your stall out, never fear though, you know you’ve always got the prancing horse.
Then we had an interesting week for marshals. The best of the best were obviously in France, ducking and diving from Audi parts but doing grand ol’jobs. As you’d expect.
The rest, were slipping, sliding, air-kicking and falling their way round F1 cars in Montreal. The warning signs were there, Vettel’s trip to the Wall of Champions was made even more enjoyable by the marshal tumbling a few feet down to the tarmac. (Obviously they were both fine, thankfully.)
The pièce de résistance was the bumbling marshal who decided it was a good time to remove shards of Heidfeld’s Renault, (Renault. Not Lotus. Renault.) on a near-blind corner. Cue comic stumble with his head below knee height from the off and an oncoming Sauber. Then a Renault (see earlier explanation of Renault). Horror was replaced by amusement when he was in the clear. Although he must have had some sleepless nights ever since.
Not content with that, they decided they had better return to the other side accompanied by an air kick toward a shard just removed. Wonderful stuff.
But, we wouldn’t have anything to watch if it wasn’t for the plucky beggars. So keep up the good work fellas.
Being ruled by the FIA can’t be easy, mind. Lunacy rubs off.
Talking of lunacy, our favourite ‘rugby player’, Gavin Henson is back on form. Not on a rugby pitch, oh no. Don’t be so naive.
He’s set to go on a dating show now he’s clubless for flouting rule after rule at club after club.
I’m sure we’ll all be riveted.
