Imagine for a moment that you are the top dog in your office. Say, perhaps, you are the young sales executive who is rattling the cages of the older guys by bringing in some big, eye-catching deals. All of a sudden everyone wants to have your ear, to be associated with you. You are the centre of attention. At the same time you are aware that some want to topple you from your exalted perch. This is the closest we mere mortals may get to understanding the world of Lewis Hamilton. Into his second season in Formula One and his world has changed beyond recognition from 12 months ago. In fact, recognition is the one thing that is the problem for the youngster, and a factor quoted by those who claim that his status as F1 superstar has precipitated a dip in his form this year. Since last year he's had a massive pay rise and moved to Switzerland. He claims the latter isn't linked to the former but rather because of the recognition (and consequent hassle) he was getting in England. It's a big upheaval, no matter how big your recompense may be. Then there are the sponsors. They always want a piece of you, even if you have the misfortune to sit in a Super Aguri. But for Hamilton it's become very intense. He is young, black and successful. In short he is the man, and being the man can be time consuming, time better spent concentrating on racing. He also has to come to terms with being the de facto team leader. He may have been glad to see the back of Fernando Alonso, but now a lot of the pressure of getting the car set-up right falls on his shoulders. After winning in Australia, he was well off the pace in the next two races. Those who like to knock the heroes they have built up were gloomily predicting that Hamilton was a spent force. Like a shooting star, they were concerned that his dramatic arrival could be mirrored by an equally rapid burnout, as increased pressure and a changing lifestyle took its toll. It's utter nonsense, of course. The qualities that propelled him to stardom have not, and will not, disappear. This was amply illustrated at the Spanish Grand Prix where he made a nerveless move from the grid that got him past the BMW of Robert Kubica. His third-place finish underlines the real problem for Hamilton this season: the Ferraris are too quick. Talking of quick cars, most people who plough head on into a crash barrier at 233km/h in their car are going to die. Especially if the g-force you experience is 25G. Luckily Hamilton's teammate Heikki Kovalainen not only survived his crash in the Spanish Grand Prix, but is hoping to race this weekend. They are not like normal people, these helmeted Houdinis. Mind you, they aren't normal cars either. It didn't look good for the Finn. Heading into the tyre wall at that speed was frightening enough for the TV viewers, let alone him. The cockpit was enveloped in the tyres and ominously the television coverage didn't show any replays as the tarpaulin was draped around the car. But he was soon waving from his stretcher at the crowd, despite earlier being knocked out by the impact. Luckily he had the presence of mind to take his hands off the steering wheel before impact, something that can't be easy when you really want to do something to avoid what's coming at you. Sir Jackie Stewart called his escape from the wreckage 'a miracle', and indeed it was - a man-made one. Stewart himself lost many friends when he was driving, and was in the vanguard of making the sport safer. He says quite rightly that in his day the driver would have been dead on the spot. Formula One is a sport of spectacle, but luckily that is a spectacle we haven't seen for a very long time.