Dull. Uninspiring. Insipid. Ordinary.
Words that are always inappropriate when talking about the Belgian Grand
Prix (unless, of course, you’re referring to another lacklustre performance
from Mika Hakkinen).
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The excitement began during free practices, when (in a taste of things to
come) several drivers wrote off their cars, as the drivers met the natural
challenge of the Spa circuit mixed with rain.
This carried over into the qualifying session. With a drying track, the
teams were faced with a dilemma – send the drivers out now in case of more
rain, or wait until the dying seconds hoping for no rain and put in a
blistering lap? As tends to happen in these situations, the latter was the
better option and Willams timed it perfectly, sending out their drivers on
slicks at the right moment – Montoya taking a staggering 3 and three-quarter
seconds off the previous pole time on his fast lap. There was doubt that
this time would stand, as Montoya passed waved yellows on his flying lap.
There were several other suprises on the grid, as you may expect from a
lottery-style session – not least the sight of Frentzen in his new Prost,
4th on the grid ahead of both McLarens (who, admittedly, mistimed their
runs) and the "new" Benettons highly placed. Both Minardis and Arrows failed
to qualify within 107%, but would be allowed to start the race due to
"exceptional" circumstances.
The first start was aborted as Frentzen stalled during the start procedure.
The restart, scheduled for ten minutes later, would see Montoya join
Frentzen at the back of the grid after he, too, stalled (this time at the
start of the new formation lap).
The race was barely 5 laps old when we watched in horror as a major incident
unfolded. Burti in the Prost was sizing up Irvine in the Jaguar at the
corner before Blanchimont. Getting a better drive out of this corner, Burti
sat in Irvine’s blind spot, attempting to out-drag the Jaguar driver into
Blanchimont itself. Taking his normal line into the left-handed kink before
the daunting high-speed corner, Irvine removed the front wing and snapped
the front-right suspension of the Prost.
The camera followed Burti as he shot across the track and over the grass,
practically missing the gravel trap and speared straight into the 4-deep
tire wall at 150mph. The Prost probably had no front brakes and may have
been sliding on its own front wing. As the dust cleared, in the background
we saw the shattered remains of Irvine’s wheel-less Jaguar – Irvine of
course colliding with just a 1-tyre deep barrier.
The safety car came out immediately, but it became clear quite quickly that
it was going to take some time before racing would restart. After several
minutes of watching marshals dig frantically through the tyres to get to the
Prost, assisted by Irvine who was clearly in shock after his own major
shunt, the race was red-flagged. The world feed showed an image of Burti,
head slumped forward over the wheel. Murray put on his "somebody’s dead"
voice – and I could only agree with his prognosis.
The cars pulled up haphazardly on the grid, with subdued drivers talking
nervously to each other, team personnel swarming back out, and Bernie
Ecclestone talking to several drivers – perhaps over whether the race should
be abandoned.
With great relief, I knew that Burti was alive when I saw somebody run from
a recently-arrived ambulance to the crash scene carrying what looked like an
oxygen cylinder. This was confirmed later by Irvine via Niki Lauda, and
later still by the Prost team.
Three-quarters of an hour after the original start, the second start was
called. However, Williams weren’t quite ready, and the field streamed past a
stricken Ralf Schumacher, forced to sit on his jacks as everyone else
proceeded on their formation lap. He would join his team-mate at the back of
the grid. One can’t help but feel that they would have been better served
eating into the 15-second penalty period by a fraction and dropping him down
on the jacks, and have him serve a stop-go penalty.
At the start, the Benettons had a lightning start, putting Fisichella into
second place and Button high up too (fourth?). In addition to the improved
aerodynamic package, one assumes much improved traction control software,
perhaps coupled with Renault improving their revolutionary engine, as
Coulthard was later to claim that he couldn’t match the Benetton through the
corners. Indeed, with the Williams cars out of the picture, Michael romped
away at over 2 seconds per lap, never to look back and took a comfortable
win despite a scary off later in the race.
Fisichella managed the whole race distance on the same set of front tyres,
which seemed to be serving him well up until after the second stop. By then,
they were quite ragged and blistered, and Coulthard (who had never been more
than a second behind for the whole race) managed to get past along the
straight after catching him through Eau Rouge.
Several drivers fell foul of the cones at the bus-stop chicane, including
Barichello and Jenson Button, both of whom lost their front wings.
Barichello had to drive the full circuit before getting back to the pits.
Button was not so lucky; sliding on his own wing he drove straight into the
wall and retired.
The excitement at the end of the race was between Barichello, Ralf, Trulli
and Alesi for 6th place. Trulli dropped out, again, with engine failure and
seemed distraught by the edge of the track. Barichello got past, but Alesi
held 6th place to score points for the Jordan team in only his second race
for them.
Schumacher wasn’t even challenged for the win, which was disappointing. But
plenty of other action and close racing throughout the field mande Spa live
up to its reputation.
Paul