Phil Hill

For the Italian GP, Ferrari entered a very full team. Wolfgang von Trips, Richie Ginther and I had the 120-degree engines, Baghetti and Ricardo Rodriguez the 65-degree ones - Rodriguez was having a try-out with the team. He was pretty darn quick, too - second on the grid, next to von Trips. There was even a spare car for us.

The BRM V8 engine appeared for the first time too, and with it Graham Hill was quickest of the non-Ferraris, even beating Baghetti into fifth on the grid. Moss in the Walker Lotus and Brabham in the Cooper both had Climax V8s, but both also seemed to be suffering from over-heating in practice - Moss eventually used the old four-cylinder engine, as did the BRM.

Coming up to the race, 'Taffy' von Trips and I had a fairly even chance at the championship: He had 33 points, I had 29, and Stirling had 21. It was one of those 'If...but' situations.

I'd had a terrible, terrible weekend that year. Right from the beginning everything was wrong. On the first day of practice my gearbox was screwed up - you'd go first, second, then over to third - and it'd go back to first. It took me 20 minutes to convince the powers-that-be that this was actually happening. Finally one of the mechanics had to get into the car to prove to himself that it was. Anyway, I had no real practice that first day.

Also I went deaf in my right ear for some strange reason, and next morning I had to rush down to downtown Milano to get it cured. You didn't go to a doctor for that sort of thing there - you went into a sort of massage parlour with a bunch of nurses, one of whom took out a giant plunger and some hot water and shot it into my car. I thought they didn't know what they were talking about - I'd never heard of anything like that before!

Anyway, back at Monza my car was slow. That was the first year of the 1 1/2 litre formula, and you could measure how fast the car was by how fast you went round the banking - that banking was a known deal and of course you're flat out all the way round. For example, 58.1sec was quick, 58.5sec average - and my time was over 59secs. I busted my tail trying to put in a fast lap, but was back on the second row somewhere. Even Ferrari came in and said I wasn't putting my foot down or something. The proof of the pudding to me was that the thing wouldn't even go around that silly ring!

So the night before the race I just demanded that they put in a new engine in the darn thing - the first time I'd ever been forceful. When they took the old engine out they found a bunch of broken valve springs.

What had happened was that we'd got rid of some of the negative camber at the back wheels in practice, put them up a bit straighter, which put the ride height up a little because we'd been bottoming so badly. That way too we actually gained some speed, and that was what was putting the engine up into the speed range where we were breaking valve springs. Anyway, I got a new engine and we put a taller back axle ratio in the car as well.

In the race, of course, von Trips had that terrible accident on the second lap. Clark had been sucked along by us in the Ferraris, and he tried to outbrake Trips going into the Parabolica at the end of (I think) the first lap. Trips moved over and there was Clark under full braking, which meant that he couldn't even move the car over, and all it took was a touch and Trips was right there in an instant. It shot him right off.

I went on and won the race, and all the other Ferraris went out with broken valve springs. Even though none broke before the race, the damage was done. We didn't know von Trips was dead until after it was all over.

For me it was dreadful, quite dreadful, but I didn't want it to be dreadful. I didn't really know what was happening, I couldn't take it in: I'd won the race and the Championship but the accident took all the joy out of it.