Today I'm shaken after I got the news that today F1 legend Michael 'The Red Baron' Schumacher suffered heavy head injuries by a ski accident.

The Press and Doctors reported the last hours rather with restraint from light head injuries. The fact that his accident running since 16 hours permanent in live ticker read me foresee which the injuries must be very difficult and a plaster will not be enough. Now, however, the reports of news and TV are concrete, Michael whipped very hard with his head on a rock and, besides, suffered a heavy head trauma and thereby fell in a coma. His condition is really critical, the champ fights since today his biggest fight ever, for his health and life. I'm infinitely sad.

I remind me on a more then 15 years long awesome F1 tale full of passion, emotions and entertainment - particularly my races I watched live on track. IMO one of the last gladiators of modern age. Unfortunately, the formula sport was castrated from 1994 (after Sennas tragedy dead in Imola) at least stultified according the spirit of the times 'politically correctly'.

Once it was still a man's sport, men who drove her petrol bomb in the death zone and came very near to the limit - only once easily touch. The heart stopped if these power racers with her strength, beauty and volume were thundering flashing past. It was filthy, it smelt of oil, it smoked, it was the king's class of the formula sport. Maybe I slowly fall from the time and become old-fashioned but today the formula sport is a dull media advertising for the big groups who give up soft-rinsed simulator kids in unspectacular racers without risk mutually.

Today the careful driver wins, not more the most courageous or quickest ones. tyre management, engine mangement, fuel limits, tyre limits...limits and limits.

Go Micheal, go!