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El_Bando

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Continue the story with the next sentence and together we will write the greatest F1 story ever told. You can add pictures if you like to create an image of the story.

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It was a wet Tuesday afternoon in july. Bernie Ecclestone dressed in his faithfull trousers and white shirt picked up his Silver watch, car keys and plane tickets for Belgium. He had just left the door and was about to enter his car until he spotted a shady yet familier figure waiting for him....
 
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It was a wet Tuesday afternoon in july. Bernie Ecclestone dressed in his faithfull trousers and white shirt picked up his Silver watch, car keys and plane tickets for Belgium. He had just left the door and was about to enter his car until he spotted a shady yet familier figure waiting for him....

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It was Sebastian Vettel the greatest driver of all time who was lurking in the shadows beside his Mercedes, drinking his very expensive champagne that he was saving for the day he ruled the world. He wasn't alone though, somebody else was also beside the car with Sebastian was raiding the fridge....

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It was Sebastian Vettel the greatest driver of all time who was lurking in the shadows beside his Mercedes, drinking his very expensive champagne that he was saving for the day he ruled the world. He wasn't alone though, somebody else was also beside the car with Sebastian was raiding the fridge....

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Somehow Flabio had infiltrated Seb's car boot after an unsuccsessful raid on Renault's larder, where he is no longer welcome. With his new waistline to keep up, Flabio was ravenous as he tore through the contents. He looked up and saw Seb and Bernie and inbetween wofling down whole chicken legs, he came up with an idea that he put to them.................
 
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Somehow Flabio had infiltrated Seb's car boot after an unsuccsessful raid on Renault's larder, where he is no longer welcome. With his new waistline to keep up, Flabio was ravenous as he tore through the contents. He looked up and saw Seb and Bernie and inbetween wofling down whole chicken legs, he came up with an idea that he put to them.................

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"Sebastian, you no longer winning races" he said in his oily ethnic tones. "So here's what we do. I call up Nelson the day before Singapore Grand Prix. During race, he run out on to track like crazy man after you pitstop. He bring out saftey car and you win!" And before either Vettel or Eccelstone could say anything, he stumbled off, drunkenly cursing James May and before long had accidentally stumbled into one of the team garages where they were carrying out some very confidential work.....
 
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"Sebastian, you no longer winning races" he said in his oily ethnic tones. "So here's what we do. I call up Nelson the day before Singapore Grand Prix. During race, he run out on to track like crazy man after you pitstop. He bring out saftey car and you win!" And before either Vettel or Eccelstone could say anything, he stumbled off, drunkenly cursing James May and before long had accidentally stumbled into one of the team garages where they were carrying out some very confidential work.....

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...HRT were about to unleash their real F1 car into the world championship and stun the championship leaders with the amazing innovations that no team will have time to copy. They were also about to reveal their new driver line up to replace Narain and pedro until they heard a weird bellowing noice behind them. They turned around to find Flavio Briatore drying his sweaty armpit stains with one of the cars break coolers. 'Mr Briatore what are you doing here?' said one of the chief Mechanics. Just as Flavio was about to reply he tripped over the saturn curtains that were hiding the new driver line up of...
 
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...HRT were about to unleash their real F1 car into the world championship and stun the championship leaders with the amazing innovations that no team will have time to copy. They were also about to reveal their new driver line up to replace Narain and pedro until they heard a weird bellowing noice behind them. They turned around to find Flavio Briatore drying his sweaty armpit stains with one of the cars break coolers. 'Mr Briatore what are you doing here?' said one of the chief Mechanics. Just as Flavio was about to reply he tripped over the saturn curtains that were hiding the new driver line up of...

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Jake Humphrey and Andrew Benson were sporting the sponsor-filled overalls of HRT. "It was a no-brainer for us." said Luis Perez-Sala. "Jake and Andrew are very experienced doing...er...whatever it is they do." Flavio walked over to them and started incessantly poking at them for no reason whatsoever. Benson restrained himself but the same could not be said for Humphrey who started a fistfight with Flavio. He was no match for the ham-like fists of Flavio though and was seriously injured for the rest of the year. Perez-Sala was forced to call in their reserve driver...
 
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Jake Humphrey and Andrew Benson were sporting the sponsor-filled overalls of HRT. "It was a no-brainer for us." said Luis Perez-Sala. "Jake and Andrew are very experienced doing...er...whatever it is they do." Flavio walked over to them and started incessantly poking at them for no reason whatsoever. Benson restrained himself but the same could not be said for Humphrey who started a fistfight with Flavio. He was no match for the ham-like fists of Flavio though and was seriously injured for the rest of the year. Perez-Sala was forced to call in their reserve driver...

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..... Giovanni Lavaggi. Some say he is history's worst pay driver and that he only got the drive for HRT after promissing Flavio that he WOULDN'T sleep with him and be the exception to everyone Flavio has ever met.

It was a match made in heaven. A car that everyone knew couldn' tbe driven much slower than it already was, teamed with a driver that no one could believe could driver any slower.

But money talks, and Lavaggi has lots of that. Rumour has it that Flavio was also given a brown paper bag by Lavaggi as part of him getting the drive which contained...........