Matthew Davine is that cunning devil whose iRating of 4765 suggests he should be lapping everyone for fun, yet he somehow manages to lose positions faster than a snail on sleeping pills. Still, three podiums this season prove the lad can somehow wiggle his way to the front when he’s not busy sightseeing in the gravel traps. Give him half a chance, and he’ll be dancing on the top step in no time—once he figures out where the accelerator is and stops occasionally running in reverse.

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