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Fantasy Formula 1 - Hungary: The other stuff

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Here are again, then. It's time for the odd nonsense that goes with FF1. Seeing as it's three and a half weeks until the next race, remember to read it s l o w l y, OK?

First up, the driver and team statistics for you edification:


Naughty corner: Bernie. The BBC. Sky. Take your pick. Grrrr....

Hero: Has to go to JB for a brilliant drive to take victory once again at the scene of his first, five years ago. Nice one, Jenson.

Fantasy Formula 1 driver of the day was Buemi, with a stonking 34 points.

The top three drivers so far are Vettel on 243, Webber with 186 and Hamilton on 172. Guess what?! Maldonado started the race 17th and finished... 16th! So he finally has a whole 2 FF1 points! Go Pastor! Wooooo!

The top three teams so far are Red Bull on 247, McLaren with 235 and Ferrari on 187. Buemi's monster score sneaks Toro Rosso ahead of Sauber into 5th place.

Me and Ian do the top step shuffle yet again this race, but the top 10 have really closed up. Could be any one of them in the lead next time out. Out front this season have been: Heather (1 race), Neil (3), Me (4), Ian (1), Me again (1), Ian again (1).

The gap from front to back? Still falling... now just 254 points.

Fantasy Formula 1: Where Murray Walker is shouting something about someone being in front of themselves, the coverage lasts all weekend, Damon Hill just won again... and... *starts crying noisily*

Next race: F1 drivers will now take a short break to do relaxing stuff, like fly upside down in helicopters. Yes, I am looking at you, Mark Webber. The other end of the month will be Spa on August the 28th. Worth the wait...



(Twitchum @Catpaws123 thinks I prance around my living room dressed as Freddie Mercury. To dispel that concept, I am listening to... Freddie Mercury's "In My Defence". And stroking my lush moustache.)
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