I hadn’t watched any of the Grand Prix races this year at all before, for two main reasons:
1. My bay-bee tends to hog the TV and it would bore the pants off her.
2. It bores the pants off me as well watching the cars go round and round without hardly anyone overtaking anyone else.
But I followed the results on and off and so realized that the final race could, possibly, maybe, perhaps have a slight chance of being mildly interesting.
Also, my bay-bee was out at the sauna and having her nails done, leaving me in the rare position of having the TV all to myself.
The next challenge though was to try and find a channel that was showing it. We have probably about 700 channels here, 693 of which we never look at because they are usually just showing round the clock Koran reading, which doesn’t make for terribly edge-of-the-seat viewing to a couple of heathens like us.
I eventually found a channel showing it though after browsing through just 115 of them.
The race was mildly interesting throughout the coverage. Most of the time it looked as if Lewis Hamilton should take the title, but he was never in a position of comfort as any minor mistake could have lost it for him.
Things got a bit nerve-wracking just a few laps before the end as it started to rain.
At which point the electrical adaptor fell out of the wall and I had a mad scramble to plug the TV and satellite back in and then hunt around and try and find the channel again.
By the time that I had tuned back in again, everyone had gone into the pits to change tyres and Hamilton was just, just going to take the Championship. But then, with less than a minute to go, Vetter in a Red Bull car (you can tell I’m really no expert in this sport, can’t you?) overtook him and it looked like he was going to lose.
The commentators were all jabbering away in Arabic and so I didn’t really understand what was going on in the last few nano-second of the race (because nearly all the cars looks the same to me anyway). The Ferrari team were all celebrating and then it cut to the McLaren team celebrating.
What the fuck was going on?
It was a minute or two later than I realized that Timo Glock in his … well whatever car he was driving … was still on tyres for dry racing and both Vettel and Hamilton had passed him, putting Hamilton one point clear of Massa to snatch the Championship.
OK, so a career in sports journalism is obviously not awaiting me, but it was quite exciting stuff, especially for a Brit in a British car (OK, with a German engine, I’ll admit) to beat a Brazilian in an Italian car on his home turf … or maybe that should be home tarmac.
So Lewis Hamilton is not only the youngest ever Formula One champion but also the first Brit to grab the title since 1996.
Well, done, lad!
Lewis Hamilton
Now all I want is for another nice young non-Caucasian chap to win his particular race in a couple of days’ time and I will be a very happy man indeed.
1 Comment
November 2, 2008 at 7:55 pm
Yes, it was a fantastic race, wasn’t it!! Well done Hamilton!!