FOTA? For Once Think Amiably

Now then... Why do you think Red Bull and Ferrari have decided to leave F1's voluntary Teams Association, FOTA?

Could it possibly be that they wanted to spend even more squodges of cash than they already do, and the smaller teams said "you're having a laugh, right?".

I'm sure there will be lots of important statements about 'wanting to work together', 'resource restrictions' blah blah blah, but this is clearly about two of the biggest teams with the largest budgets wanting to win at any cost and thereby ensuring the smaller ones almost certainly never can.

This is like Tesco joining a consortium of small shop owners, then saying 'well, we DO want to help, but we're going to charge 30p less for that pack of yoghurts, so tough titties'.

FOTA was set up by the teams partially to help them agree limits on spending to ensure the future of F1 didn't just look like Ferrari and McLaren winning all the time. Now Red Bull have 2 World Championships under their belts, they seem to have joined the We're More Important To F1 Than You club.

Oddly quiet from McLaren though. Still, the whole thing will now collapse, so keeping quiet will get them some short-lived credit.

Is there much point to F1 if the teams already at the top get to stay there simply because they can spend more cash?

Selfish gits.

(Still listening to Bowling For Soup - this time it's Live And Very Attractive from 2008.)

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