Ivan Lendl never did win the Wimbledon Men’s Singles. Don Bradman never did score a Test century at Old Trafford. Jim Clark never did win the Monaco Grand Prix. ‘The…

Home advantage is in the main a psychological and statistical given. Familiarity with a venue creates a powerful force when combined with the will of the majority of its crowd.…

Tip-top tin-topper Gabriele Tarquini has always been as fit as a butcher’s dog. He has possessed since shedding his curly mop a marathon runner’s look: spare and lean, with bulging…

Onofre Marimón was killed during practice for the 1954 German Grand Prix. Seven years after the event his compatriot Juan Manuel Fangio wrote: “No death on the track, I think,…

It’s difficult to think of two countries with less climatic, cultural and economic crossover than mañana Mexico and like-clockwork Switzerland. They’re chilli peppers and Emmental. But Pedro and Jo –…

Races had always been against the clock. Practice was a more leisurely pursuit: a chance to (re)acquaint and rehearse and, hopefully, to fine-tune and, at worst, rebuild. Until the Monaco…

Much play was made of the Melbourne podium because Kimi Räikkönen, Fernando Alonso and Sebastian Vettel were/are most people’s pre-season title picks – albeit not necessarily in that order. But…

Tomorrow five Formula 1 greenhorns will venture out on a ‘green’ parkland track Down Under to begin their Grand Prix careers for real. From sim to sink or swim. Messrs…

They’ve dug it up to make room for the 2016 Olympics – and I expect I will be sad in the same way that I have come to miss Hockenheim’s…

Can’t beat a snow rally for picturesque dramatic action. Stunning stuff. Even those of my friends who think motor sport the work of the Devil are (very briefly) impressed by…

Always there’s a frisson when the Formula 1 cars hit the track for the first time each year. Indeed it’s been rather too exciting for some at Jerez: Nico Rosberg…

Those who know me will be aware that I am not averse to a grizzle, a gripe or a groan. According to some I fit that Northern standard of dourness.…