Team Willy spoilt for choice

Who'd have thunked it, eh?

A seat in a Williams F1 car for 2012 is now the most hotly contested thing in F1 (if you ignore the piece of tarmac Lewis and Rubens want to be on, that is).

With surprise signings at both Lotus Renault and Toro Rosso resulting it all their 2011 drivers getting the F1 heave-ho, it's fallen to Frank's mob to offer a chance for the refugees from these two teams, plus a few other drivers unceremoniously dumped in the constant quest for "the next Seb".

Sutil, Senna, Petrov, Buemi, Alguersuari and D'Ambrosio all need a drive, and Barrichello certainly wasn't planning on calling it a day either. And, before you mention it, I know HRT have a seat free too, but... seriously... who'd go there? Apart from Pedro de la Rosa, of course. It's on the way to the pension office, I believe.

I'm guessing Sutil, but with Maldonado signed up again for next year (along with some more hefty bags of cash), Williams need a decent driver, which to my entirely biased and untrained eyes, rules out Petrov at least.

When the musical chairs stop, there will be at least 6 unhappy boys, who'll be trying to look convincing next year when they say "I really wanted to sign to xxx as their test driver - it's an important move for my career". Yes. A move towards the exit.

Good luck with that, chaps.

(Tunage tonight by Clap Your Hands Say Yeah. A CD I purchased by mistake when buying a present for someone. I got them confused with the Yeah Yeah Yeahs. Easy mistake.)

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