Was it really more than 25 years ago? That first time I met the quiet, slight Brazilian with the burning intensity in his eyes? Thruxton, a ex-WW2 fighter base in Hampshire and although it is close to Stonehenge it is not generally regarded as a place of dreams or magic. It is almost always windy and usually cold too, oh and don't forget the rain

1968 was a year of revolution; politically, socially, culturally, even down to something as trivial as sport. Nothing was ever the same again, it was, perhaps, the End of Innocence. Politically, students and workers had taken to the streets in Paris during May nearly toppling the government. In the "Prague Spring" a Soviet satellite made a

Can you imagine what qualities were needed to be THE top racing driver of the 60s. Big hair, wolfish smile, Mediterranean suntan, hairy chest on display, dolly birds on either arm............in other words a regular Carlos Fandango and yet it was much simpler than that..........all you really needed was a Scottish accent and a wee bit o' tartan

If Juan Manuel Fangio was top dog when motorsport resumed in full after World War 2, who would take over his role when he decided to retire after winning a fifth driver's title in 1957? (Yes I know that he raced for part of 1958 but effectively he left the sport while still on top.) Then, as now, there could only be one answer.........Stirling Moss

In any sport or indeed any form of social activity there is the alpha male, the leader of the pack, the head of the herd, the Numero Uno.........whatever the expression used everyone in the group acknowledges, even if only to themselves, that this individual is the tops. THE MAN. So too with motorsport, even in the ultra competitive arena of Grand Prix