Backwards means forwards...

Sir,

So FISA has finally decided to junk some of the expensive hi-tech gadgetry that has reduced the pinnacle of our sport from entertaining combat to a frequently uninspiring series of high-speed processions. Good on them.

Leafing idly through a few old annuals the other day, I was reminded of Jochen Rindt and Ronnie Peterson scything their way through the field at Monaco of all places. That was racing, pure and simple. When was the last truly exciting Monaco GP? Last year’s final few laps might have looked dramatic, but the frenzy of the TV commentators was hardly justified. There was no way Mansell could have usurped Senna without resorting to unreasonable force of a kind that has all-too-often blighted F1 in recent seasons. Where’s the competitive element in that?

Maybe I’m being misguidedly optimistic in hoping to see a return to fever-pitch excitement in claustrophobic Monte-Carlo, but the possibilities seem brighter elsewhere.

l am looking forward to the start of the 1994 season rather more than I was to the one just under way.

Stuart Wigg, Shrewsbury.