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Formula 1: Monaco GP - No wheels on my wagon and go away Beiber

Yahoo Sport's F1 expert Kenny Campbell says this Monaco grand prix was a mixture of Red Bull Farce, Hamilton brilliance and the unwelcome sight of Justin Beiber who must go and never return.

The 'Sorry' singer helped the race car driver celebrate his first victory of the season in style.

Victories at the Monaco Grand Prix are special in the world of F1: the circuit is like no other in the sport and wins here are cherished like no other.

Overtaking is fiendishly difficult, small mistakes can end catastrophically and, especially in the wet, the best drivers tend to be rewarded.

Unless their team forgets to put wheels on the car…

May the farce be with you

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Ah yes, Red Bull. In the casinos of Monaco, betting it all on one colour is an easy way to leave as a loser… especially if the roulette ball lands in that little ‘zero’ slot.

So when Daniel Ricciardo (pictured) pitted from a race-winning position on lap 32, the question was: what colour are Red Bull betting on? Purple ultra-soft tyres or red super-softs?

Up came that ‘zero’.

Tyres were there none. Ricciardo’s car sat forlornly in the pit for 5, 6, 7, 8 seconds and more as, in the Red Bull garage, mechanics appeared a little taken aback that their man had parked up for new rubber.

What do you think was the first thing they all said when they realised what a shambles was about to unfold?

Me too.

How on earth does a top-tier team find itself in this position, taking a driver who looked set for victory and then destroying his race by forgetting that his car needs wheels?

According to Dr Helmut Marko, the Darth Vader of Red Bull, it was a ‘communication error’. You don’t say.

In Monaco, the ‘pit wall’ isn’t actually by the track. Team bosses instead sit in offices above the pitlane, and have various ways of communicating with the mechanics downstairs.

Red Bull have a wall covered in monitors, one of which relays messages about (for example) tyre choices and pitstops.

It would seem this hi-tech system was somewhat less effective than two old cans and a piece of string when it came to the most important message of the race.

And so Ricciardo was called in for new tyres but the mechanics weren’t told about it. I’m glad these people don’t fly aeroplanes.

It’s the second time in two races that the team has let Ricciardo down. Ricciardo, a man whose smile is normally visible from space, said he ‘didn’t really want to comment on the race’ before letting slip that he’d been ‘screwed’ by his team yet again.

Given how brutal Dr Marko was with ex-Red Bull driver Daniil Kvyat, it’s fair to assume he’s wielding his lightsabre with abandon right now.

I’ll do my flying in the rain

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Although the headlines will all be about Hamilton winning and Red Bull’s nightmare, it’s worth noting just what a phenomenal performance Ricciardo (pictured) put in.

After a great qualification day, he made the most of his leading position to stretch out a handsome lead in the early downpour, before the pit-stops rained on his parade.

When his team finally got some wheels for him, Ricciardo was back out tussling with Hamilton in fantastic fashion.

On lap 37, after a Virtual Safety Car stint, Ricciardo pressured Hamilton into cutting a chicane.

A small gap opened and the Aussie went for it – but Hamilton chopped his manoeuvre off cheekily.

Ricciardo braked, gesticulating in frustration as his car snaked around in the slippy conditions.

But here’s the thing: even when he’s being angry, Ricciardo is an impressive driver. He was controlling his snaking car with his right hand only, while the left hand waved angrily at Hamilton.

He could literally out-drive most people with one hand tied behind his back.

What did you learn today, son?

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Max Verstappen (pictured) arrived in Monaco on the back of a remarkable win in Spain.

The Red Bull boy-wonder was brought in mid-season to give him some top-team experience.

And, boy, did he get that in spades.

After crashing out of qualifying, Max then repeated the feat in the race.

His radio message on lap 35 – ‘Uhhh, I crashed, awwww’ – was the noise of a cocky young thing becoming a little more acquainted with humility.

These are the weekends when a young driver really starts to learn about life at the sharp end of F1, when it all goes wrong and when, you suspect, a few of his peers are smirking at his misfortune.

He’ll be a better driver because of his embarrassment. He’ll also know that, if he wants to win at Monaco, his impressive speed and talent on the brakes is not enough.

Here, you need to be just fast enough, and you need to be precise. If you’re fast but not precise, those barriers will eventually take care of your race.

Still, at least Red Bull remembered to put wheels on his car.

Sauber-tooth tigers. Well, donkeys

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At the sackcloth and ashes end of the grid, Sauber are struggling to stay afloat.

They’re a team which must have to re-use the teabags (Teabags? We can’t afford teabags) and their two drivers are in F1 because they bring sponsorship money to Sauber.

Which is a little unfortunate should Sauber want to sack them for crashing out in a row over team orders.

Felipe Nasr was reluctant to make way for his faster team-mate, Marcus Ericsson (pictured), despite being told in no uncertain terms by the team to let him through.

And so, in a pointless battle for 15th position, Ericsson tried to squeeze past and… boom.

Two cars out, two cars smashed up, two hefty repair bills for a team that saves up supermarket vouchers to get fuel. Possibly.

And two drivers with their reputations trashed as badly as the cars. It does seem that, if you bring money to a team, you don’t have to also bring talent.

Here’s how we attract the young people

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I know, it’s F1, and it’s Monaco, and it’s glitzy and celeb-packed just as it should be.

But was I the only one muttering every time Justin Bieber (pictured) appeared? He was yacking with Hamilton before anyone else, Hamilton even let him sup the winner’s champagne before his crew got near it and, well, GO AWAY.

No doubt Bernie Ecclestone was ecstatic that a bona-fide megastar was loitering around the winner’s enclosure but, let’s be clear, Lewis Hamilton is a pretty big name himself, and it should have been his moment.

Even if Lewis did roll out that bizarre mid-Atlantic accent – hey, what’s wrong with sounding like you’re from Stevenage? – and hit us with his ‘I’m truly blessed’ line, he grabbed his opportunity to get back to winning ways. And it’s been a while, remember.

Yes, Red Bull messed up, yes, Ferrari were embarrassingly unable to capitalise on an unpredictable weekend and a weak Rosberg, but Hamilton nursed his tyres, defended aggressively and took his first Monaco victory since 2008 (when he also started from third, in a wet race).

We didn’t need anyone else in the limelight. Lewis, with that humble-bumble modesty act that he uses when he’s won, had just won in Monaco for the second time.

As Damon Hill said, it felt like normal service had been resumed, that a tricky race had allowed the cream of F1 to rise to the surface.

Hamilton had just won his 44th F1 race – significant, as that’s his car number – and to motorsport fans, that’s of far more importance than any music star.

Or am I just a bitter old petrolhead…?