They could have been so good together, Fernando Alonso and McLaren. So why did it all turn so sour, asks MARK HUGHES
Picture the scene: a young kartist indulged by his dad, still at junior school but with dreams of Formula 1 in some far-away future, of when he will work with the same team for which his hero Ayrton Senna drives now. He's a brilliant little driver, the desire of the devil, the touch of an angel, and he duly wins yet another race. As the beaming proud father goes to greet him, the boy asks in sweet wide-eyed innocence: "Has Ron Dennis called yet?"
Lewis Hamilton? No, Fernando Alonso. The idea of the little kid driving his heart out in a faraway province of Spain thinking he was being monitored by Ron Dennis, who won't even have known he existed, is a touching one.