China's Shiny Button

At this point in the F1 season in 2009, Jenson Button was leading the championship. Fast forward a year and the story is the same. But what's more surprising is that Button now has 2 wins driving for McLaren whilst Hamilton has none. Lewis is becoming so desperate to emulate his older (and wiser?) team-mate, he's even taken to growing a daft beard. Give it up Lewis - you look like you rested your chin on a freshly painted table.

China saw not only Jenson win again, but the Red Bull team once more score a pole (this time with Vettel) only to see it slip away, with Seb only managing 6th and Webber 8th. And what a race it was - rain coming and going and two safety car periods, plus the new Red Baron (step forward Fernando.. Oh, you already have) getting a start that was just a bit too nippy for the stewards. Mind you, 4 pit stops and a drive-through penalty still saw him finish in 4th, so it wasn't exactly a wasted afternoon. Hamilton and Vettel tried to drive along the same bit of pit lane at the same time and have been reprimanded by the stewards. As this doesn't actually mean a penalty of any sort, I guess they had to stand in the corner of the naughty room for a bit without talking and think about what they did. Or something.

Massa is probably still wondering what the hell happened when naughty 'Nando decided to overtake him on the pit-lane entry. Let's face it - even a clairvoyant wasn't going to see that one coming.

Button again showed his level head by staying out on the slick tyres in the early rain and successfully managing his tyre wear whilst those around him started having problems. Cheeky super-slow driving before the restart after a safety car period went un-penalised and a small off-track excursion with 5 laps to go proved unable to curb him either, although the last few laps saw Hamilton reel him in, but by then both of them looked like they were driving on a skid-pan, or attempting to avoid the pot-holes on an average British A-road, so knackered were their intermediate tyres.

Honourable mention to another driver outperforming his supposedly better team mate. Nico Rosberg's stock is now sky high following the fourth race of out-qualifying and then finishing ahead of his team mate, one M. Schumacher. Not many of Schuey's former team-mates can say that. Come to think of it... can ANY of them say that? 3rd place for Nico saw him emulating Button's knack for clever use of his tyre choices and leaves him second in the Championship too. Nice work, fella!

So Jenson's back to the front. At the end of 2008, would you have said Button would have a championship under his belt with one team, and now be leading it with McLaren against Alonso in Ferrari, Schumacher and everyone else? I'd have laughed at you. A lot.

Mind you, I'd probably still laugh at you now.... but not because of Formula 1...

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