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1982 THE INSIDE S T ORE OF T HE SENSA T IONAL GRAND PRIX SEASON Christopher Hilton coNTENTS 1982 FOREWORD REMEMBERING RICCARDO A grid too deadly INTRODUCTION THE TIGHTENING COMING ROUND AGAIN Holland, Zandvoort, 3 July Setting the scene LAIR OF KING RAT STRIKING OUT Great Britain, Brands Hatch, 18 July South Africa, Kyalami, 23 January ORDERS & DISORDERS BOILING WATERS France, Paul Ricard, 25 July Brazil, Rio, 21 March IMAGE FROM HELL BACK IN CONTROL Germany, Hockenheim, 8 August USA West, Long Beach, 4 April CHAPMAN’S LAST FLING A MAN BETRAYED Austria, Osterreichring, 15 August San Marino, Imola, 25 April ONE & ONLY ROSBERG DARKEST HOUR Switzerland, Dijon, 29 August Belgium, Zolder, 9 May PRODIGAL’S RETURN REMEMBERING GILLES Italy, Monza, 12 September A risk too far ROULETTE WHEEL LEADING QUESTION Caesars Palace, Las Vegas, 25 Septem- Monaco, Monte Carlo, 23 May ber STREET FIGHTING JUST PASSING THROUGH USA, Detroit, 6 June Where they are now DEATH ON THE GRID Canada, Montreal, 13 June FOREword BY KEKE ROSBER G t always makes me smile when people say ‘You got the World Championship in 1982 in a IWilliams with one win.’ I say ‘Oh yes, I did, but look at the record books: all the blokes who had the most wins - Alain Prost, John Watson, Didier Pironi, Niki Lauda and Rene Arnoux - didn’t get any more than two. I really thank Bernie Ecclestone that I was able to retire from the sport having gained a good, solid financial background for life. I don’t think without Bernie it would have been pos- sible, so I raise a glass to him every second day. These days, I find 1982 looking me straight in the face every fortnight at the races because Frank Williams, Patrick Head and Frank Dernie are all still at the team and of course my son Nico is there driving for them. It was an amazing season, something happening all the time. We had ten more cars than now and some were forced to pre-qualify. That made a difference. There were twenty-six on the grid and a lot more depth in the whole thing. In 2006, if you looked at it, you had two cars that could really win, Renault or Ferrari. Back then - because of the unreliability of the turbos - almost anyone could win and eleven did in the sixteen races. That’s why I smile when people talk about my one. It was enough. KEKE ROSBER G WORLD CHAM P ION 1982 INTroduCTioN 1982 was a stranger to it and no more than curi- and I wanted to experience a Grand Prix in I ous. The American Bill Bryson in his semi- the same way that, writing about sport gener- nal Notes From A Small Island (Black Swan ally, I’d wanted to experience the Saturday of edition, London, 1997) has recorded how he a Lord’s Test, a Cup Final, the Grand National, reached England for the first time - Dover - Wimbledon, the Boat Race, the Open golf, and and realised he was completely ignorant about so on. Here was a chance. all that was suddenly there before him, people, ‘Get me a price and we’ll see,’ the Sports things, phrases, habits and habitats. ‘I didn’t Editor said. know anything really, which is a strangely I got a price for both races and accom- wonderful position to be in.’ modation from a company which specialised In June 1982 I was an Englishman who’d in such things. just dropped into America - Detroit - to cover ‘Go,’ he said. the USA-East Grand Prix. I’d never seen a I went. Formula One car and I was all but completely The ‘track’ zigzagged in geometrical ignorant of the people, the things, the phrases, patterns round a skyscraper called the Renais- the habits and habitats beyond the most obvi- sance Center which rose vast and majestic ous. I’m not at all sure I would have recogn- from the odd jumble of fading and faded build- ised Nigel Mansell if he’d walked past in the ings which made up downtown Detroit. From street. it you could see the Detroit River and Canada Nor was it a strangely wonderful posi- on the other side. The Press Room was high tion to be in, because I was going to cover in the Ren-Cen (as it was called) and I didn’t the Grand Prix for the Daily Express, and know a single person: motor racing journalists with a five-hour time gap running constantly tend not to cover anything else. The journal- against me: London newspaper deadlines are ists gazed, almost suspicious - who the hell’s not arranged around Eastern Standard Time. I he, and where’s he come from? - while I gazed wasn’t unduly concerned, because pretending down. The cars were coming out - small as you have a great deal of knowledge when you models - for some sort of practice session. don’t comes naturally to journalists and, any- They were nicely coloured, nicely shaped (if way, any competent wordsmith knows what to that turns you on), and they made a great deal do to camouflage the pretence. of rasping, crackling, echoing noise like a con- The man who covered Grand Prix racing stant sequence of explosions. for the Daily Express also did tennis (a won- Singly or in little shoals they darted, derful thing of itself, getting the same man to sprinted, braked, darted, sprinted, braked, go- cover two sports which constantly happened at ing round and round and round. It all seemed the same time in different places). He couldn’t to hold profound meaning for the journalists, go to Detroit, or Montreal the following week, who discussed it in a most animated way. To me it looked like still life travelling fast. Never mind. I’d have my experience, however fleeting, and get on with the rest of my life, which certainly wouldn’t involve any more long-haul flights to watch strange rituals like mis. Actually it was a wonderful ignorance. I didn’t know some journalists in that Press Room would become lifelong friends. I didn’t know that down there a fasci- nating tribe of lone warriors was doing the sprinting and braking, and I’d still be talking to many of them and writing about all of them these 25 years later - see Acknowledgements on page 4. And I didn’t know I’d come right into the middle of the most dramatic World Champi- onship of all. I was about to find out. comiNG rouND agaiN SE tt IN G T HE S C ENE he single paragraph had been hustled into burgring in 1976. Lauda made vague noises TAutosport’s issue of Thursday 17 Septem- about fitness, Dungl sniffed and said ‘Right, ber 1981 because of a rumour they’d heard we’ll see,’ and after some cycling pronounced as they went to press. If they’d heard sooner that Lauda wasn’t fit for anything. they’d have made a great deal more of it. Lauda asked Dungl to put together a fit- Secrecy is a most precious commodity in ness regime, ‘Just in case, you know.’ the incestuous world of Grand Prix racing and Lauda didn’t go to the Dutch Grand Prix, Ron Dennis, in the process of making himself after Austria, but motored down to the one af- the leading player in the McLaren team, had ter that, the Italian at Monza. There the sense almost got away with a great coup. of homecoming deepened. He met Dennis and Lauda - known affectionately throughout asked: ‘Can you sort out a test for me to see if motor sport as The Rat, because his face was I can still handle a Formula One car?’ Dennis shaped like that - indeed retired in 1979 and, said yes and prepared to move quickly. This most logical of men, concluded that that phase was already September. of his life was over. From then on he exclud- During the race McLaren driver John ed motor racing, didn’t even watch the races Watson went wide coming from one of the cor- on television. Instead he ran the airline he’d ners and lost control of the car. It hit the bar- founded and which bore his name. rier and smashed into pieces, the engine and Dennis kept in touch, however, regularly gearbox thrown back onto the track. Many, asking ‘Well, when are you coming back?’ perhaps most, thought Watson must be dead Lauda, good enough to have won the World and were surprised when he returned to the Championship in “ 1975 and 1977, was only pits perfectly calm and still exactly as Mother 32, no age at all for a racing driver. Nature had created him. He did go to the Austrian Grand Prix This, clearly, did not inhibit Lauda or at the Osterreichring in August to contribute his logic. After the crash at the Nurburgring some expert summarising on television with nobody could tell Lauda anything about the Heinz Pruller, an all-round journalist and old dangers: Lauda’s Ferrari suddenly a fireball, hand who’d commentated on Lauda’s Cham- Lauda trapped, Lauda seared, Lauda given the pionships. This was the first race Lauda had Last Rites. A complete mythology had grown attended since he’d walked away in Canada up around his survival and it had made him in two years before and, to his surprise, he expe- global terms not only the most famous driver rienced a sort of homecoming. He wondered. but, arguably, the only driver non-followers Afterwards he motored over to the well-known would know instantly.