How would you like to be waking up in Sete Gibernau's skin this morning? You ride your bum off for 20-odd laps with Rossi sitting behind you, knowing that at at any time he can and will pass you and waltz off into the distance. And, of course, he does just that, and in front of YOUR fans just to add insult to injury. I know comparisons are never valid because to the variables involved, but the boy must surely be getting to the stage of being the best motorcycle racer ever, irrespective of category, capacity or brand? Agostini might have ridden many different classes in the same day, Spencer won two titles in the same year, but I doubt racing has been more competitive (it's certainly never been more technical or expensive) than it is today and he makes it look like an afternoon hobby. His dear old dad must be so proud.