I find there's something romantic about motorsport but I do feel it's losing its magic at the top level. Hunt and Lauda are before my time. I used to pop to Silverstone after work on a Friday after work; I worked in a factory that closed at 13:00. That was the late 90s when Coulthard, Irvine, Häkkinen and Frentzen were racing. Used to lob a quid in a charity bucket to hear the V10 and V12 engines at 17,000 - 19,000 rpm for Friday practice.

God I feel I’m approaching “when I were a lad”.