Fantasy Formula 1 - Canada: The other stuff

Well, hello. How the devil are you? No, that's too much information - shut up now.

On to the matter at hand, the small but beautifully formed grab bag of other stuff to do with Fantasy F1 and the Canadian GP. Here's those jolly fascinating driver and team stats for starters!

Naughty corner: Whoever makes shoe soles in Canada. Those poor marshals. That must have hurt.

Hero: For the second race in a row, my vote goes to JB. That was the drive of a champion, and he took Lewis and Nando out too. Result!

Fantasy Formula 1 driver of the day was Button with a stonking 47 points. (Honourable mention for Alguersuari who, virtually unnoticed, went from starting in the pit lane to 8th place and bagged 24 FF1 points in the process.)

The top three drivers so far are Vettel on 168, Webber with 127 and Button (up 2) on 121. Heidfeld drops out of the top three. Maldonado still hasn’t managed a single FF1 point this season.

The top three teams so far are Red Bull on 168, McLaren with 153 and Renault on 130. Currently punching above their weight are Virgin in 7th.

Races at the top? Heather 1, Neil 3, Me 3. I’m still in shock.

Hurrah! Everyone is now in positive figures! Now all Tony has to do to get from the back to the front is score 344 points whilst everyone else scores nothing. Ah...

Fantasy Formula 1: In a happy place where Canadian marshals are all upright all the time.

Next race: Europe on the 26th of June – or Spain II if you must know.

(Statistical data and random observations brought to you with the assistance of Chris Rea's 89 masterpiece "The Road To Hell". On proper old-fashioned vinyl LP. Ask your Mum.)

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