In July 1979 Jean-Pierre Jabouille won his, and Renault’s, first World Championship Grand Prix, and did it, what’s more, in France. It is his tragedy that anyone at Dijon that day recalls only the duel for second place between Gilles Villeneuve and René Arnoux.
Jabouille always had the look of a man who’d walked under too many ladders. “For me,” he said, “the sad thing is that no one remembers who won the race – only the fight for second place! Still, when I saw the video, I was not surprised…”
Dijon ’79 has passed into racing folklore. When they arrived there Scheckter was ahead on points, followed by Laffite and Villeneuve, but Renault – the only turbo team – was going to be a threat anywhere with decent straights. Like Dijon.
Given their power advantage, Jabouille and Arnoux could run more wing than the rest, and qualified 1-2, threatened only by Villeneuve,who produced a stunning lap to join them in the 1min 07sec bracket.
“I need a win here,” Gilles said, “to close the gap to Jody. If Jabouille gets into the lead it’ll be impossible to pass him, so I have to make a good start, and at least split the Renaults…”
He did better than that, slicing past both of them before the first turn, and then it was Gilles at his purest, running away from Jabouille at a second a lap: “I knew I was hurting the tyres, but what was the alternative – run third all the way, and go to sleep?”
The auguries, though, were not good. Jabouille, running the race like the dedicated fisherman he was, paying out, reeling in, well knew the extent of his car’s superiority.
Taking scary chances through lapped traffic, Gilles stayed in front, but by mid-race his tyres were fading, and Jabouille swept by at the end of the straight.
“I could see his tyres were finished,” Jean-Pierre said. “How he got to the end of the race on them, I’ll never understand…”
In the Ferrari pit they got new Michelins ready, but Villeneuve stayed out, Arnoux now closing. With 10 laps to go, Gilles seemed like tethered prey, and once René came by ahead, all seemed over.
But Villeneuve was not like that. “When Arnoux passed me,” he said, “I thought he’d run away, like Jabouille had. My tyres were gone, but still I could stay with him – so he had to have a problem, too…”
So he had: the Renault’s fuel pick-up had begun slightly to falter. “I wanted to get him back as soon as possible,” Gilles said, “because he wouldn’t be expecting it. I wasn’t quite close enough, but I left my braking really, really, late…”
No one – not even the drivers – really knew how many times the two cars passed and repassed in the last two or three laps, how many times they banged wheels, slid wide, went off, rejoined.
Halfway round the final lap Arnoux seemed to have it done, but Villeneuve somehow snicked by, and the issue was settled. As Jabouille took the flag, everyone was looking behind him.
On the slowing-down lap Villeneuve gave a wave of salute, returned by Arnoux, and when they stepped from their cars they embraced. At Silverstone, though, the two of them were grilled at a GPDA meeting by some of F1’s elder statesmen, Lauda, Fittipaldi, Scheckter and others calling them irresponsible.
“From where they were,” Gilles drily commented, “what the hell did they know? I couldn’t believe the things they were saying. Jesus, they’re supposed to be racing drivers…” NSR
About 100 Greatest Grands Prix | From the editor Damien Smith The Grand Prix motor races we can never forget…
This was a special one-off magazine, dedicated to our love of Grand Prix racing and produced by the same team that brings you Motor Sport each month.
It seemed a good idea: whittle down 107 years of racing history to come up with 100 GPs that could be considered the ‘greatest’ – then rank them in meritocratic order. By week three, the old grey matter was beginning to ache…
Defining greatness was the first task. There were the obvious races – the wheel-to-wheel duels, the comeback classics. But there were also individual performances of supreme dominance, races that might not necessarily have been the most exciting to witness. Greatness goes way beyond thrill-a-minute, we decided.
Choosing which races should make the list was hard enough; ranking the top 100 in some sort of order was even tougher, especially when it came to the crunch: which should be number one? We never did agree unanimously on the ‘greatest’, but if the magazine was to be finished a decision had to be taken. And that’s what I’m here for!
Will you agree with our choice and order? Probably not. But if steam begins to issue from your ears, take a deep breath. In any exercise such as this, there is no definitive list – because there can’t be. Our top 100 is based on opinion, nothing more, designed to be a bit of fun and to spark good-natured debate among fans of the world’s greatest sport.