It’s the grand end-of-season spectacular! After a 2019 that saw broken legs, spectacular crashes and Ferrari throwing it away as always, Cheeka, Phill and Terry reflect on all the nonsense by going down the pub as usual. They’re joined by BBC F1 commentator Jack Nicholls and proceed to get shitfaced while discussing everything that went down this year.
And so the 2018 seasons lumbers to a close in Abu Dhabi, and all the drivers basically sum up their season in one race. Hamilton gets his 11th win of the season, Vettel comes close but not close enough, and Verstappen gets a bit stroppy. Cheeka, Phill and Terry look back at the Yas Marina goings on, and there’s exciting news of the next Christmas Number One.
Fight! Fight! Fight! Well, pathetic shoving. Verstappen and Ocon come to blows - nearly - after an eventful Brazilian Grand Prix. Cheeka, Phill and Terry discuss all the goings on and mention in passing that Mercedes won a championship, even though no one really cares. Plus Terry learns that meeting your heroes is awkward.
Once Upon a Time in Mexico
Right, that’s your fun over for another year. Hamilton wins the title in Mexico and will be phoning it in for the rest of the season. Max Verstappen won the race but failed to impress Terry, who together with Cheeka and Phill reflects on the Mexican Grand Prix, moans about everything and swears a lot. As usual.
The US Grand Prix saw Lewis Hamilton wrap up his fifth world title and oh no wait, he didn’t. Kimi won. What? Cheeka, Phill and Terry reflect on Ferrari being fast, Vettel being useless and unexpected sound effects. Plus Terry starts another inter-podcast flame war, for no discernible reason.
Cheeka, Terry and Phill give the lowdown on Hamilton's championship-winning (probably, getting it in early) race at the Suzuka, and his other milestones. Plus: haikus and Terry's bid for another F1 championship called 2018½.
Get Sochi (or: Honey, I Novichoked The Kids)
The Russian Grand Prix saw a pleasing lack of Novichok, but it also saw Mercedes tell Valtteri Bottas in no uncertain terms that he is Hamilton’s Dobby the House Elf and should be thankful for it. Cheeka, Phill and Terry analyse the fallout from Sochi and the rest of the usual nonsense that F1 spews our each week.
Singapore saw a god-like lap from Lewis, god-awful mistakes from Ferrari and God knows what was going on with Perez and the midfield hooligans. Cheeka, Phill and Terry talk via the wonder of the internet about all the goings on at Marina Bay, and reflect on Kimi returning to his roots.
I Don’t Care Bears: The Movie
Crashes, calamitous strategies, booing fans, Hartley and Ricciardo breaking their cars - Monza had it all, and more. Cheeka, Phill and Terry look back at the Italian Grand Prix, ask whether McLaren and Williams are doomed and try to warn Lando Norris.
O Brother, We Kart Ow
Cheeka, Phill and Terry are back, with a round up of all the summer news, reaction to the Belgian Grand Prix, and plenty of excuses for missing the last episode. We talk halos, musical chairs and how Alonso shafted his own career, and Terry reminds us on occasion that he’s in pain.
Mumma Mia - Here we Go again
There are too many races, and everyone is on holiday. So whilst we await Cheeka, Terry & Phill's verdict on Hungary (due any week now), here's the first ever Hungary episode we ever did - in fact, the first FF1S we ever did - in all its embarrassing 2015 glory. Enjoy.
For an entertaining race, just add water. The German Grand Prix provided slow-burn intrigue and then slippery excitement as Vettel ditched it in front of his home crowd, Hamilton gambled everything and won and Charles Leclerc did a cool 360. Cheeka, Phill and Terry dissect the race with their usual surgeon-like precision, while drinking beer in a pub. And without an audience this time.
Silverstone Linings Playbook
It’s FF1S Live! Sure, more people went to Silverstone than came along to watch Cheeka, Phill and Terry dissect the British Grand Prix, but we all know who had the best time. Raikkonen’s cheeky tap, Hamilton’s sulking and Terry’s unusual use of toothpaste all come up for discussion, and there’s a LIVE Cheekaquiz.
Barely has the smoke settled over Spielberg, and Cheeka, Phill and Terry are already dissecting the carnage from the Austrian Grand Prix. Mercedes messed up, Verstappen took full advantage, and everyone's engines exploded. Also, Terry sings. Sorry.
The French Connection
After a decade away, Formula 1 returned to France, bringing with it Magic Eye track graphics and travel chaos. Still, at least the race was a bit less tedious than recent outings. Cheeka, Phill and Terry discuss Vettel’s clumsiness and the almost immediate failure of all the French drivers, and there’s still time to get tickets to our live show.
After two dull races, the Canadian Grand Prix spectacularly failed to liven up the season with yet another snoozer, despite the best efforts of Lance Stroll and Brendan Hartley. Cheeka, Phill and Terry despair, but make the best of the situation by analysing the boredom, before Terry heads off to watch Le Mans instead.
I, Daniel Ricciardo
Monaco! The glamour! The skill! The unending boredom! Cheeka, Phill and Terry look back on the monotonous race in Monte Carlo and reflect on Verstappen crashing AGAIN, Ricciardo exorcising the demons and Leclerc annihilating Hartley's rear. Plus, Terry went on a plane, Phill met rock royalty and Cheeka toured Colombia in a golf buggy.
You have to feel for Arfur Daley working at the Red Bull factory, he’s concocted a cushy £80k a year salary being the bloke who designs and builds front-wing endplates. At countless meetings, strategy groups and trials he has to fudge the numbers to justify their expense when actually they’re just made of papier mache covering up smushed together fag butts.
And then Max Verstappen ruins it by sniffing Lance Stroll’s behind like a bitch in heat and before we know it Arfurs ruse is scattered all over the track.
But no, we all cry, Max has ruined his race because these cars are so aero dependant there’s no way he can… what? He’s fine?
Cut to Arfur filling his pockets with paperclips and nespresso pods before leaving the factory to be never seen again.
If a chunk of a car can fall off and the car not be affected then surely that chunk of car was not necessary. I thought the point of F1 was efficiency over everything. It’s all a bloody con. I’m starting to wonder if aerodynamics is even a thing, I mean we’re told it is and there are those pretty pictures with a baffling array of colours that out science us like an Aniston hair ad, but no one really gets it.
How do they test aero? They cover cars with fluorescent paint and watch the patterns, and because we as f1 fans have to feel intelligent we stroke our chins and go hmm, yes that makes sense. NO IT DOESN’T - they might as well be reading bloody tea leaves.
Even in Adrian Newey’s book there’s a chapter where he basically goes, look I haven’t got a clue how it works, I just draw lines and then six months later there’s a car, I thought I was designing a boat.
IT’s a scam, a conspiracy, it’s the MSM and the deep state elites holding back F1 from what it used to be, a sport for the masses, back in the day when anyone with a peerage, a rich dad or an oil field underneath their country could take part, now it’s just greedy manufacturers with a vested interest in keeping the little people down. After the flat earthers comes us, the aero-deniers.
Don't worry, I have a solution
I’ve conducted some tests in the garden I don’t have and have proved that aerodynamics don’t exist. I will be building a rocket that will fail to take off thereby showing, beyond any doubt that F1 is a fake thing filmed for cameras and doesn’t really happen.
After my shocking revelations which you can read in my badly spelled ebook I hope that F1 will get rid of all aero and we can have some decent racing. Like in that historic Monaco race where all the cars were driven at about a mile an hour for insurance reasons
Gros’ point blank
With Cheeka away on a Colombian drug binge, reserve presenter Ollie Peart joins Phill and Terry to peer through the smoke at the Spainish Grand Prix. Grosjean blots his copy book, Hamilton gets his groove back and Ferrari throw it away again. Plus there’s news on an exciting new FF1S venture, and Terry reveals his favourite Instagram filter.
Who would have thought Azerbaijan would turn out to be a future classic Grand Prix venue? Cheeka, Phill and Terry pick through the bits of carbon fibre as they attempt to analyse the Baku race. Bottas hits a rogue shard, the Red Bulls hit each other and Grosjean hits the ghost of Marcus Ericsson in an entertainingly chaotic race that makes for entertainingly defamatory debate.