#201 ·
I honestly don't get it—how can these drivers, who are getting paid absolute mountains of cash, turn around and start trashing their own teams and teammates just because one single thing didn't go their way...
...I mean, who's actually footing the bill here?
And I’m not even just talking about this whole messy situation between Sebastian Vettel and Mark Webber right now.
Look, I can wrap my head around the legends—the guys with untouchable resumes who can say whatever they want (like how Fernando Alonso used to roll)—but I just can't wrap my mind around the rest of them.
I always think back to Rubens Barrichello after that infamous race in Austria when he was told—just once!—that he had to let Michael Schumacher past. And what does Barrichello do? He waits until the last fifty meters and then starts throwing a massive tantrum against his own team, acting all shocked, like... who does he think he is? He knows damn well he's the number two driver and that he’s pocketing 7 million bucks for it—he wouldn't see half that kind of money anywhere else. For that kind of paycheck, he should probably be asking, "Hey, do you want me to do anything else, too?"
Man, looking at all this... Flavio Briatore is the man! With him, you know exactly who's in charge. Even if it means driving straight into a wall.
At the end of the day, you just do what the boss tells you to do.
Long live Flavio!
...I mean, who's actually footing the bill here?
And I’m not even just talking about this whole messy situation between Sebastian Vettel and Mark Webber right now.
Look, I can wrap my head around the legends—the guys with untouchable resumes who can say whatever they want (like how Fernando Alonso used to roll)—but I just can't wrap my mind around the rest of them.
I always think back to Rubens Barrichello after that infamous race in Austria when he was told—just once!—that he had to let Michael Schumacher past. And what does Barrichello do? He waits until the last fifty meters and then starts throwing a massive tantrum against his own team, acting all shocked, like... who does he think he is? He knows damn well he's the number two driver and that he’s pocketing 7 million bucks for it—he wouldn't see half that kind of money anywhere else. For that kind of paycheck, he should probably be asking, "Hey, do you want me to do anything else, too?"
Man, looking at all this... Flavio Briatore is the man! With him, you know exactly who's in charge. Even if it means driving straight into a wall.
At the end of the day, you just do what the boss tells you to do.
Long live Flavio!