A racer in the purest sense
The first Formula 1 race I ever watched was the 1987 British Grand Prix. We all know the story – Mansell stops to change tyres, chases Piquet down, and then dramatically passes him for the win, kicking off an incredible crowd invasion.
That race made me an F1 fan, but it also made me a Williams fan. Sure, I was only three at the time, but in the next couple of years I started to recognise the names Frank Williams and Ron Dennis in the Autosport magazines that would arrive at our home
