The Expert

We were eating dinner and listening to the TV. It was a Grand Prix programme, quite interesting in fact, they featured some old guys I'd heard of. Then on came a cute young man (I face the screen) and he was chatting away. "is Reubens Barrichello from France?" I asked, "because I thought he was from Brazil but now he sounds French" You know, silly wife chatter.
"That doesn't sound like Reubens" said he "it's Mussa (Massa??)"
Well, I think I know my Reubens, painted well endowed ladies, but my man is the expert. Up he got to look at the TV "Yes, it's Mussa, see how he keeps lifting his left arm in front of the camera"
I had noticed that and I thought it was so cute the way he kept showing his wedding ring to the ladies. "It's to show off his watch" said he.
Sigh, I know nothing about sport.