Ding ding. Seconds out, Round 10.

We have the Battle of Button, sorry Britain. The return of the Red Bull’s to what is becoming a favourite hunting ground of theirs, and a still simmering Ferrari seeking revenge.

In the middle of it all we have the Don King of motor racing, Damon Hill. He’s been talking about tortoises, musing over hares and generally provided some obscure yet inflammatory references about the mindset of the modern F1 driver.

Distinctive grooming regimes aside, I never did see Hill and King having much in common, though when you’ve seats to fill a World Cup Final and Bernie Eccelstone’s pay demands to contend with, some people will say anything.

It’s been a week of talking up rivalries and playing down tensions. What has been of particular interest is how little is understood by fans and media alike of the mentality of the modern driver.

The time of clear team favourites have gone. They died with Alonso’s departure from Renault in 2006, though it perhaps took him the whole of 2007 to realise it.

There isn’t a driver in the paddock who doesn’t expect competition – stiff competition at that. The type of intense rivalry that would cause many of us to blow a fuse and throw an Alex Ferguson-style teacup or two.

Driving skills aside, these are some the main reasons we’re ill equipped for immersion in such pressures, and barely equipped to talk about them.

Fierce competitive spirit needn’t lead to animosity. Bad energy has never made a team work better together or a car go faster. Drivers know that, teams and team principles know that. Maybe the rest of us need to catch on.

When Lewis Hamilton and Jenson Button say they get on, off the track, there should be no reason to not believe them. When Mark Webber says he’d save Sebastian Vettel from the ocean, we can give him the benefit of the doubt. Mouth to mouth might not be on offer, but how much love do we expect to see.

If a driver wants to win, then beating the other side of the garage is part of that parcel. It doesn’t mean he has to bite pieces out of his teammate for him to do it. The rest of us could do better things with our time than circling, just waiting for the carcasses. There might just never be anything really juicy to eat.