‘Lando’s sweaty teenage socks on his gaming rig have been the break-out stars of 2020’
y apathy towards Formula 1 follows a bell curve: at the start of a season I’m up at 5.30am to watch the races and I’m analysing all the data, fascinated to see which driver has the edge over his team-mate. By mid-season I’m at peak . Jenson Button could literally knock on my door with a Domino’s pizza and offer a personal commentary on the Hungarian GP, and I’d probably suggest we creosote the
