WHAT ABOUT THE JOKER?
The trouble with racers and their Teams is that if they don’t race for a couple of weeks, having more time on their hands seems to directly equate with even more rumours starting and then being promulgated until they literally become facts.
Myself and a few others have been making and taking side bets on how long it would be before there was a very loud crash followed by metallic tinkling noises coming from the Ducati garage – this being the predictable and inevitable sound of Valentino Rossi chucking his toys, dummy and various bits-n-pieces out of his pram. The smart money said, somewhere around Round 11 at Brno, Czechoslovakia – and here we are... At this juncture, I’ll ask the question again. What about the Joker in the pack – the Joker being Valentino Rossi?Over the past week, you would have to living on Mars not to hear the current hot tip – Rossi wants out of Ducati – and Rossi wants a Honda. Well, strike me Paris Hilton pink and call me Murgatroyd – who ever would have expected or thought that?
Seriously, apparently the frustrated one wants a “single rider” outfit (par for the course as he hates sharing or having anything to do with team-mates) – just in case, you understand – look what happened at Yamaha – a young thruster usurped him for speed and consistency and ran away with the2010Title! As rumour has it, LCR could well be the vehicle and means that the fantastic flop has set his sights on to climb out of the gutter.
Limelight deprivation syndrome is a terrible thing to behold and simply must hurt the sufferer like buggery too. And then, there’s the other side of the coin as well – has EVER so much dough been lavished on such a result-free and serial failure-rich zone? Oh, how it must smart for both parties! And now even poor Jerry Burgess and his ponderings and comments wander all over the place like Brown’s Cows and Ducati’s own press releases. The pressure, as predicted, is getting to everyone involved in this ongoing disaster. The entire shebang is now simply painfully embarrassing to witness. It’s kind of like suddenly realising that Albert Einstein has resorted to publicly picking his nose and drooling. Yech! Anyway, watch this space. Cheers...