For the love of motorsport
I’ve loved motorsport for years. In the 1970s it was a far-off world that I was aware of, but didn’t think was actually real. It got as real as having an ‘Embassy Racing with Graham Hill’ sticker on my little holiday suitcase. Into the 1980s it became more real, when I went to my first British Grand Prix at Brands Hatch. My enduring memory of that was failing to fully understand why Murray Walker wasn’t the commentator at the circuit.
It was at this GP that I started to ponder what the fans of
