Cars are for getting from A to B. A little comfort and a lot of reliability is all I ask. Petrolheads who are interested in camshafts and carbs and double-throughput-thingies are, like most obsessive geeks, sad bastards.
Watching cars go round and round a circuit, with maybe the odd overtaking manoeuvre every half an hour, is pretty tedious. Usually the only reason I watch a grand prix on TV is to see if there’s a good crash on the first corner.
So I can in all honesty say that yesterday’s Brazilian grand prix was … the most exciting sporting moment of the year so far.
The incredible low of Lewis Hamilton being overtaken and slipping to sixth place, which would have given the F1 title to local hero Filipe Massa. The boy racer had blown it again. The incredible high of Hamilton’s last-gasp overtaking of German Timo Glock. The title was his; it was his destiny after all to be the youngest world champion.
What a brilliant young man (and what a worthy rival was Massa, so noble and gracious in victory but overall defeat).
I spent the evening waiting for the newsflash that Ferrari, or the FIA, claimed McLaren had bribed Glock, or Toyota, and therefore Hamilton must forfeit his points. It didn’t come, but the sad jealousy will continue. It’s bound to in a sport dominated by the likes of Bernie Ecclestone and Max Mosley.
Meanwhile, let’s savour and honour the best of a sport tainted by its overlords – Lewis Hamilton, world champion.
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