“How many times have I said ‘Anything can happen in Formula 1 – and it usually does?’”
The answer is: more times than I recall. But, as it happens, I’ve never spoken a truer word (or ten, to be pedantic), for what happened at this year’s form-upsetting Malaysian Grand Prix was way beyond anybody’s expectations.
I watched the race before heading off to open the enlarged Sammy Miller Motor Cycle Museum at New Milton, together with my old friend John Surtees. When I got there Il Grande John, as the tifosi used to call him, was understandably wreathed in smiles following Sebastian Vettel’s victory for Ferrari. As one of the all-time great Ferrari drivers and the 1964 F1 world champion (on top of his seven motorcycle world championships) I suppose he could be accused of partisanship – but then so could I and so, I am sure, could many thousands of fans worldwide.
After this year’s Australian Grand Prix, there was general gloom and despondency about the assumed monotony of Mercedes going even better than their 2014 success – or McLaren’s in 1988 – by winning every race. Not that they didn’t deserve to after plainly doing a better job than the others. But not many people want to see