It's the off-season, so something has to be discussed. How about this for a conundrum. Sebastian Vettel and Formula One. One can't help but think of a small child making his way into school for his first ever day of education, with so many memories to be had, so many friends to be made and so many successes to be attained. It's fair to say that Sebastian Vettel has become part of the 'cool kids' around school - he's got the charming persona and the sporting success to back it up. However, Vettel is different...
The global Formula One stereotype is made up of glittering cars, glamorous women and exotic locations. You name it, David Coulthard has probably indulged in it. Now try and picture the young German with a flash car, a supermodel girlfriend and a pad in downtown Vegas - you can't, can you? Sebastian Vettel is an anomaly in the superficial world of F1. He possesses all the ability and determination of an F1 champion, yet is the proud owner of a down-to-earth and thoroughly simple personality. From being an outspoken fan of Little Britain to giving sexy names to his cars, you could be forgiven for thinking that Vettel was kidnapped in the middle of a street in Heppenheim, seated in a racing car and told to drive.
He is the closest thing to a Valentino Rossi that Formula One has got, and this fact must not be forgotten amongst the mire of diamond-encrusted helmets, £50,000 steering wheels and celebrity other-halves. Let us celebrate such normality, and run-of-the-mill, happy-go-lucky personalities, for they are the people who truly possess a passion for what they do without carrying too much baggage.
It is people like Vettel who remind us that Formula One drivers, employees and beneficiaries are human. Except Max Mosley. He is not human.