Can I at this point lambast square-headed jeans model and part-time cycling helmet apologist David Coulthard for saying Max Verstappen's win in the Spanish Grand Prix was even more of a fairy story than Leicester winning the Premiership?
No, DC, you great sillybollocks. No, it wasn't. Quality, albeit youthful, driver in better-than-average car wins race, on circuit where overtaking is difficult, after runaway favourites take each other out of contention. It's not as if the Premier League's Usual Suspects all had their own equivalent of Munich '58 after two games, is it?