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The smile was big and sincere, the handshake firm and the appeal
word perfect and genuine. Jenson Button was a teenager with the
diplomatic skills of Bill Clinton and the warmth of Fern Britton.
Eleven years on, he wakes up today as the Formula One world
champion, but Button’s journey from promising teenager to polished
professional has been tortuous.
Button’s misfortune is that he is both honest and open, qualities
that have been taken advantage of more than once, yet somehow he still
manages to stretch that wide smile and simply get on with it.
The evidence is that Button does not have a single enemy in the
sport. Instead, he will be one of Formula One’s most popular — if
understated — champions.
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Unlike Lewis Hamilton, his predecessor, who is the product of a long
and expensive grooming programme mounted by Ron Dennis, the wealthy
former team principal at McLaren, Button had to go it alone with only
John, his father, at his side. They admit they have often made the pearl jewelry wrong choices, and yet Button’s talent could not, in the end, be denied.
I first met Button in 1998 when he was appealing for sponsors to
fund his first year in Formula Three. At 18, his driving was just as
impressive, smooth and fast and often compared to Ayrton Senna by those
in the know.
By January 2000, Button had interested Sir Frank Williams enough to
earn a test at the Jerez circuit in Spain — a shootout against the much
more experienced Bruno Junqeira. The Brazilian was quick, but Button
was blindingly fast and incredibly composed, even in an unreliable car.
The only jangling nerves belonged to John Button, peering through
the low sun on the pitwall to get a glimpse of his boy. Button Sr had
devoted his life to driving his son to tracks all over Britain,
sometimes having to borrow a few quid to buy petrol to get their car
and trailer, loaded with a go-kart, back to the home they shared in
Upper Vobster, a tiny village in the rural wilds of Somerset, near
Frome.
Suddenly the rewards came in a rush on that sunny morning in Jerez.
Willams, a team owner blessed with a sense of adventure, could not
resist the lure of such raw talent and put Button on a five-year
contract. By the time he reached his first grand prix in Australia, he
was a star.
It all seemed so easy when, a couple of pearl earrings
weeks later in Brazil, he finished sixth to become the youngest
points-scorer. That first season went by in a blur of headlines — and
then the rollercoaster of Button’s career took its first dip. He
discovered he was as much commodity as racing driver, loaned to the
Benetton team to make way for Juan Pablo Montoya.
They were two deeply unhappy years in a team in transition. Button
had sheltered under the wing of Williams, but he soon found himself
under the management of a man who made no secret of his dislike for
him: Flavio Briatore. Button was sacked, to be replaced by Fernando
Alonso — by coincidence, managed by Briatore.
Button was rescued by David Richards, who had just taken control at
BAR Honda, a staggeringly expensive yet unsuccessful operation. Under
Richards, Button found a focus and, in 2004, the youngster regularly
split the powerful Ferrari duo of Michael Schumacher and Rubens
Barrichello to finish third in the World Championship.
It should have been the start of the journey to becoming world
champion, but Button’s lack of a mentor off the track showed. His
managers had bound him into a complicated long-term deal with Williams,
their eyes on a bigger payday.
Confused, Button at first wanted to walk out of BAR, sparking a
furious legal row that had repercussions for more than a year until
Button and his father realised their future was with the Honda-backed
outfit.
It cost Button an estimated £9 million to pay off the long-term
contract he had been tied into with Williams, plus another £1 million
to sever ties with his management team, which included Russell King,
the man at the centre of a series of allegations in the controversial
takeover of Notts County Football Club.
Off the track, Button was finally settled, putting his trust in
Richard Goddard, a family friend and entrepreneur, to manage his
financial affairs. On it, Button had pledged his future to Honda, now
full owners of the team, hoping they could make good their word to make
him champion.
But Richards had gone and Honda were a racing shambles. In 2008, as
Hamilton became champion, Button sank to his lowest ebb of eighteenth
in the championship.
But there was hope: one of Honda’s last acts was to recruit Ross
Brawn, the man who had made Schumacher into a seven-times champion. At
last, Button had found someone to believe in, so much so that he was
prepared to take a £15 million cut in his three-year contract when
Honda suddenly quit the sport at the end of last year and left Brawn to
pick up the pieces.
Button could have walked and picked up a cheque for the pearl necklace £24 million he was owed and listened to offers from other teams. But he kept the faith.
It was an immense gamble, but one that has finally paid off with his
crowning as Formula One world champion. Now that deserves another big
smile.