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Senna bags Willy drive?


The great thing about F1 rumours is that they change every 5 minutes.

Just last week it was looking like Barrichello might be back in at Williams, as new engines, tech staff and a general reshuffle would mean they needed someone who actually knew what they were doing in an F1 car. Which rules out Maldonado, obviously.

Now it looks like Senna might be about to get a seat with the team where his Uncle lost his life. I'm sure Bruno's mum must be delighted.

I don't hold with all this superstitious mumbo-jumbo though, and with the extraordinary level of safety in modern F1 cars, Bruno should be pretty safe.

There is one significant problem with Williams signing him though - and this is going to be a bit unpopular I suspect - Bruno isn't very good. Yes, he put in a couple of reasonable performances with Renault, but Nick Heidfeld (ah... Nick and his lovely beard...) would have been able to do likewise, has he not been dropped. And then they dropped Senna too.

This might merely be a case of extreme, driver-related, butterfingers with Renault (they dropped Petrov too), but if Bruno is as good as many people seem to think he is, his dumping is quite surprising. Or have the team that are now Lotus (but not that Lotus), spotted the unavoidable fact that he's good, but not great?

Being called Senna doesn't automatically make you the next, er.... Senna. Anyway, his name isn't actually Senna anyway, is it?

Williams need wonga, and Bruno has sponsors with fat wallets, so maybe that's why they've picked him. I seriously don't think its because he's the next Big F1 Thing.

If he does a consistent job of finishing higher than his start position, I'll buy you all a drink. Fair?

(Listening to Johnnie Walker on Radio 2, who played The Chain earlier. Sweet.)

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  1. Ayrton Senna da Silva - neither was it Ayrton's surname i guess?? Latins more often than not have several surnames, the "stronger" or more "traditional" families keep their surname running even after their women marry into other families, it's just the way it goes. He's just as much a Senna as Ayrton was, almost certainly not in respect to his talent behind the wheel but definately in respect to his surname.

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  2. Good point! I was assuming that Bruno's Mum's surname would dictate his.

    He would have to be pretty exceptional to beat his Uncle, wouldn't he? I hope he does well, but from what I've seen so far, nothing suggests a top level driver to me.

    We will see eh? Drinks are still on me :-)

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