I think the essence of Englishness must be to lose, uncontrollably. Whilst there was an air of inevitability about the Rugby defeat to a better side, the Formula One with young Mr Hamilton was in the bag. Surely?
Ah well, in that other pecularly English way, McLaren are making the stench of sour grapes by moaning about Rosberg, Kubica and Heidfeld’s fuelling. Get over it. You failed to back one of your drivers, let them take points off each other and finally got beaten by a man that eight races ago was 27 points behind.
Post composed to ‘When Under Ether‘ by PJ Harvey.