My last piece, written after Melbourne, received a mixed mail bag. Those who admire Alonso and Webber thought it was right on, the Kimi is King Klub did not. I suggested that Kimi's sulking after his car let him down is not the sign of a Natural Winner.

The criticism of my article assertion came in three flavours. At the lower end there was the guy who complained that I had spent several paragraphs poking fun at Kimi and talking about his pimples and his girlfriend. Can anyone enlighten me why, of all the planets in the universe, do the denizens of the Slime Pits of Zorg pick on Earth? I have never written about Formula One skin problems or anyone's girl friend.

The second category was the committed Räikkönen fan. There is no point in arguing with a devotee. There is no point in trying to convince me that Sir Stirling Moss is other than the greatest driver who ever raced. Years ago, I worked out the formula of telling someone's age. You ask who is their favourite driver and it usually follows that they were around 15-years-old when such-and-such a driver was at the leading edge. Reason does not come into it, but passion does.

I happen to be very lucky, my enthusiasm was fired when Moss was in his pomp. My favourite driver also happens to be the greatest of all. Isn't that a lucky coincidence? What are the chances of that happening?

It is like my football team, Arsenal FC, Go, Gunners. Go! which I was taken to see by my father when I was four. Imagine, if my Uncle Vic had taken me to see his team, Tottenham Hotspur. I could now be a pathetic Spurs' supporter, sitting outside the Arsenal ground and muttering, "Got any spare league points, Guv?" I have seen at first hand what being a supporter of Spurs can do to a man and, believe me, it is not a sight for the squeamish. (You're a cruel, wicked man - Ed)

You cannot reason with a fan which, after all, is an abbreviation of 'fanatic'. Nobody can reason with a fan, and I include myself when wearing my fan's head. Let's face it, the endless discussion of one driver over another, of one soccer club against another, is actually a game, it is a pub debate and it can be great fun. Only the very sad take the debate seriously. In the past if I have pointed out that Michael Schumacher is the only driver in history to have been excluded from the World Championship, I have received mail best written in purple crayon because the writer is not allowed access to sharp implements.