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Petrov stays put

It was all looking a bit shaky for Vitaly Petrov. The rumour-mill was strongly suggesting that his time at Renault was over and he'd be out on his ear (and possibly F1 altogether).

Surprisingly, Renault/Lotus (or whatever they are calling themselves this week) have signed him back on for 2 years. Petrov is a bit of a strange one: He seems to lack consistency, lurching from mediocre race and silly mistake to flashes of brilliance and gritty determination. Maybe someone with some power in the team was still narked about Monobrow bunking off to Ferrari, and were happy to sign Vitaly again on the strength of his race-long triumph of keeping the Spanish grump behind him at the last race, inducing Alonso to a) not win the title b) shake his fist at him in a way most unbecoming of a Gentleman.

Whatever the reason, Petrov finds himself once more in a situation not dissimilar to Massa at Ferrari. If he beats his clearly rather good team-mate Kubica, it's likely to be seen as a bit of a fluke. If he gets thrashed by him, his stock will continue to fall. Tricky, huh? Still, it is possible to make a difference in a situation like that; You only have to look at Rosberg, and to a lesser extent, Webber and Button. All did well against a team-mate expected to blow them not just off the track, but probably the surface of the planet.

And can Renault move up the field now they've got a bit more stability? It's going to be tricky for Vitaly...

(Playing today: Frankie Goes To Hollywood's "Maximum Joy" best of from 2000... ooh, a whole decade ago!)

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