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Fantasy Formula 1 - Bahrain: The other stuff


What could possibly make Tuesday better than it already is?

That's right, Earth People, a selection of random musings and meaningless statistics relating to Fantasy Formula 1 and the Bahrain GP! If only you could figure out a way of achieving this most excellent outcome...

While you think about it (and, let's face it, that's going to take a while, isn't it?), you can read this to while away the time...

Naughty corner: On-track, Rosberg. His moves didn’t just bend the rules, they snapped them in half and then stomped on the pieces. Off-track, Bernie and the FIA. Letting F1 get itself tangled up in the problems in Bahrain was not their smartest move ever.

Hero: Has to go to the Kimster – 11th to 2nd, and he still didn’t look happy. Superstar.

Fantasy Formula 1 driver of the day was the cheerless Finn, with a whopping 36 points.

Well done to Elmon, who bagged the biggest FF1 points haul to date with a gigantic 124. At the back, my score of 6, and Aaron’s of 8, were the two worst of the season so far.

Mark E continues his unbroken run at the front, and extends his lead this time too. It’s not even down to the money he keeps posting me either! (Although please don’t stop.)

Front to back gap – a gently expanding 459 points. Cripes.

Whilst Vettel leads the actual championship, he’s only 3rd in Fantasy F1, where Kimi is the leader of the pack. De la Rosa is now the worst person you could have picked. Lotus head the FF1 teams championship, whilst HRT are firmly at the back. That bit’s like the real championship, at least.

Fantasy Formula 1: If Rosberg tried to push someone off the M25, they’d probably wind up in Wales.

Next race: Back to Europe, but a three week wait until the 13th of May for the Spanish GP...

(Still listening to Peter Gabriel - currently his barely noticed, but rather splendid, 2002 outing, "Up".)

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