LOL - This is really wearing out when not knowing which direction Kimi is heading for.
From the Finnish forum, a guy put into words his feelings
Compliments to Mikael
I was so angry at Alonso and Santander that I had already bought tickets to Milan, rented a car and got myself a Glock from the black markets and was ready to go to the Ferrari-party to express my opinion. I also sold my Ferrari-red satin suit. I had to plan the thing carefully and believe me it took weeks. In the end I wasn't sure to whom I would say hello first, Montezemolo, Alonso or the guys from Santander if I would only recognise them.
At Milan airport I wondered about Berlusconi's face in the Italian news in the café's television. I was clearly in the right country. But after that news Kimi Räikkönen's face said hello to me - the same face that I had left behind me at home, the ad sheet that was as high as my walls that I bought after Silverstone - and the news told with some Italian mumble something from which I recognised the words McLaren.
In the internet-café, with the handle inside my trousers, the news penetrated my bullet-vest. Kimi had milked top dollars from Ferrari and was now heading to McLaren or maybe RedBull - to take revenge on those latino traitors. I couldn't go through with my plan because I didn't know what papers still were to be signed. In the taverna which was filled with Tifosi and where I wouldn't have dared to go without my bullet-vest I noticed that almost everyone of them were angry at Monte. They wanted Kimi, not Alonso. That serves them right - they don't deserve the Iceman I thought. After the ice melted in my vodkaRedBull my intentions melted too and I decided to change my plans. Let them suffer in their mid-pack starting positions.
I bought an old Mercedes and headed towards London. I was sure that I could confirm the team switch there. I was at the French Riviera, almost where Kimi lived, when I understood from the British paper that Mercedes is leaving the team that will hire Kimi, McLaren. Now I was torn between two - or three. Should I put pressure on RedBull - at least i would never drink it again. Should I take revenge on Mercedes - is McLaren's interest and money big enough without the Germans? I immediately drove my Mercedes in to the ocean, left Redbull in case I would want to do something later and headed towards London.
RedBull would be good I thought on my way. A great car and great drinks, laid-back atmosphere and rally would also be ok. I could if nothing else would turn up - deal with Webber. Brawn I don't know - but Kimi would do well there too. Tough choices.
I was closer to the Atlant when the news got me. I did the right thing. Kim's only choice is McLaren and RB can be forgotten. I'll deal with Haug later - he bought Brawn. But in the rush in London, when the old Vauxhall I 'borrowed' started to create problems, my life fell into the disgusting gutter in that big town. Right there with the fish sticks and the lard. Kimi is quitting. Negotiations are over. At least one sabbatical year ahead. Breakdown. British drivers for the Brits, German drivers to Mercedes.
Nothing matters. With the Glock against my temple I looked at my TV-plus -card (we need to buy those to see F1) I thought that I would first say goodbye to the F1-world and all other irrelevant matters. My money was stolen in Soho, as was my boyhood - yet my mood was gloomier and gloomier and the solution was inevitable.
I don't remember the street but I sat on the third dumpster and covered myself with a newspaper so that there would be no mess. I was searching for the safety button, button, button. The street light came right through the newspaper - just like in the movies - while I was looking at my life as a film. In the newspaper Kimi was smiling in the picture (sport section) and Haug was standing beside him.
HAAA! Kimi goes to Merc. My will of living tore me up from the garbage and I felt how a fresh wind took me to another road while a piece of bacon fell from my ear. Thanks to the Glock I got money to go home. On the boat I smiled along with the stars while the fresh and courageous seawind from Germany was blowing. The Northern Star was calling - I was frozen but related to the Iceman.
I was already near Helsinki. No - I didn't throw the Glock into the sea. First I would have to read the morning papers.