I suppose I first met Stirling at Goodwood in the 1950s, and I raced with or against him for seven years on and off. Although we were both forced to drive for ‘the opposition’ – myself for Ferrari, Stirling for Mercedes – we were by and large responsible for bringing Britain from zero in Formula 1 to eventually leading the F1 pack.
We got on very well. I was signed as no2 in 1957 [at Vanwall] since Syracuse was my only previous grand prix, and I accepted that. He always chose the better car, of course, but he must have wondered at times if he’d chosen right when I got the better of him! But we accepted who we were, and that we were both there to do the best job we could.
Because I was his number two and I would never commit the cardinal sin of taking off my team-mate, I never got into a wheel-to-wheel battle with him in a Vanwall, but I watched him a lot and raced hard against him in other years and never saw him do anything that wasn’t completely correct, nor did I hear anyone complain. He was tough, for sure, but fair.