Dreams come true as Legard is Leggo. (Sorry)

It's tough out there in the dog-eat-dog, Ferrari-tries-to-eat-everyone world of Formula 1. Seems its also tough in the covering-the-world-of-F1 world, as Jonathan Legard has been dropped by the BBC as lead commentator.

Martin Brundle will take over as lead, with David Coulthard joining him in the commentary box. Significantly, DC will still do pit-lane shenanigans with the insanely-dressed, hard-pressed to get to the point Irish nutter Jordan, and Jake the rake Humphrey. He'll then have to leg it up to the box before the race, leaving us with the worrying prospect of allowing EJ even more time to get hopelessly lost in the complicated language strangulation that is the point he's trying to make.

Legard was brought in by Aunty Beeb when they took back F1 coverage from ITV. Initially, I thought he was OK, but as time has gone on, his constant use of a bunch of stock phrases (pushing on, anyone?), and lack of attention to what was going on, as well as regular errors, started to grate.

Fair enough... these are the reasons we all loved Murray Walker though, right? Yeee-es, but where Murray was so ferociously enthusiastic, Jonathan... just isn't that interesting. A bit like that irritating Uncle that shows up at Christmas and tells all the same jokes whilst incorrectly identifying people on the TV (and then scoffing all the mince pies), JL has seemingly worn out the patience of too many people.

The venom on twitter was pretty spectacular, that's for sure! I guess what finally did it for me was seeing a Lotus on-screen suddenly lose it's rear wing, and as the bits disintegrated on the track behind it, JL said that it looked like the Lotus had "lost a bit of it's front wing". Right. Get off. I've had enough now.

So Marty B and his sharp wit, and DC and his, er, sharp cheekbones, are the latest commentary combo. Should be interesting.

On the bright side, they could have got James Allen back instead.... Don't get me started. Nurse! The straps!

(Ooh, get me with my la-te-dah poshness! I'm listening to classical music tonight - Beethoven's Egmont Overture. I didn't buy it; it came free with the Telegraph at the weekend.)

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