DEAR FERNANDO, SO, NO F1 FOR YOU NEXT year? Farewell, then, you mad, bad, cunning, quick, sharp, handsome, troublesome bastard. I hope you don’t mind me calling you a bastard, it’s just that in our modern, easily offended world, you don’t tend to see sportspeople who are so totally focused on victory that they’re openly happy – proud, even – to show badass sides of their personalities like you do.
And what a personality! Out of the car, the tousled hair, the musketeer beard; you even carried off a bandana back in the Renault days, something only Tupac could get away with. But in the car, you were dynamite. Brave, consistent and ruthless. Maybe not always quickest over one lap, but in the right car, quickest from lights to flag.…
