Unhappy Hamilton’s poor start to F1 season

Poor LewLew. Everything's SO terrible right now...

What a difference a few months makes.

Lewis Hamilton clinched his fourth Formula 1 title last Autumn. The British driver looked a pretty good bet to make it five in 2018. But here we are – three races in, and he hasn’t won a race yet. If you count the end of last season, he hasn’t won the last six.

His arch-rival, German Ferrari ace Sebastian Vettel, won the first two, with Smiley Aussie Daniel Ricciardo bagging the other one last weekend in China. Vettel did have a problematic race there, so Lewis did gain a bit of ground and now sits nine points behind Seb in the championship standings.

It’s far from over, though. There are 17 more races to go, and whilst Ferrari seem to have a great car this year, Hamilton’s Mercedes squad aren’t exactly amateurs – they’ve won the constructors championship for the last four years.

Lewis is sad though. Poor, gloomy, Lewis. He’s so upset, he’s taken to saying things like “I can’t have disaster weekends like this” and “It is a tough battle ahead for us”. Aw. Poor little lambikins.
His boss, Toto Wolff, was perhaps a little less than supportive, saying “He was, like the car, maybe not in the best place this weekend.”

He’s a multi-millionnaire, living a lifestyle and doing a job I can only dream about. “Not in the best place”? Like his Pirelli tyres, Lewis really needs to get a grip. If he wins the next race, and Seb is third, he’ll be back in the lead and all chirpy again.

A toddler in a crash helmet with a cold and a whole bar of chocolate in him would be less moody.

This post first appeared as the second piece in my column/page in The Mail and the News & Star, on the 20th of April 2018. It was re-titled as "Hamilton really needs to get a grip".

He really is a mardy git, isn't he?

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