Sauber? Midfield time, then...

When Peter Sauber rescued the team that used to bear his name after BMW legged it out of the exit door, he probably knew he was going to wind up pretty much back where he left off a few years before. Midfield.

After startling everyone with some super-fast times in testing last year, it looked like the car the Beemer Boys had designed might actually be a cracker. It turned out it was in-fact distinctly average. At this point, please have a ponder about that eh? Someone quick in testing, but crap when the season gets underway? You've been warned...

Anyway, the new motor looks tidy enough, but I can't say I'm expecting anything other than the usual though - there doesn't seem to be anything radical going on, does there?

Driver-wise, they don't have any experienced old-hands this year, having dumped Heidfeld (grrrrr) in favour of the wallet friendly Pasta Carbonara. Sorry - Pastor Maldonado. Don't expect miracles there then. The team are interested in him for the speed of his bank transfers, not his driving.

In the other car is the startling Kamui Kobayashi. I only own two current F1-related shirts. One of them has a cartoon of Kamui on the front with BANZAAAAAIIIII!!!! on it. He is a nut-case. But he pulled off some fabulous, breathtaking moves last year, simply by doing something that the other drivers just didn't think anyone would be daft enough to give a go. Expect more fireworks this year. And some big crashes too.

The team are hoping to score regular points and improve on their 8th place last year. Hardly ambitious, but very... midfield.

(Tunes this evening are from Sash! "Encore Une Fois - The Greatest Hits". I know - cheesy Europop stuff. Do I look like I care?!)

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