When Ken Tyrrell walked away from F1: 'Not being part of things is hard'

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After Ken Tyrrell sold his F1 team, a disagreement with the new boss ended an unbroken 30-year stint in the GP paddock. Matt Bishop recalls watching the next race on TV with the man who won the World Championship from a Surrey shed

Ken Tyrrell portrait

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Ken Tyrrell – pushy but loyal, waspish yet chummy, and as English as the oak trees he used to cut into planks when he was a timber merchant – was one of racing’s all-time greats. I interviewed him twice, once in 1997 in one of the rickety sheds that housed his Formula 1 team in his old lumber yard in the hamlet of Long Reach, near Ockham, Surrey, and again in 1998, to the day almost exactly a quarter of a century ago, at his home, the Old Rectory, in the nearby village of West Clandon.

That second interview was a sight more poignant than the first, because, during the year that separated the two, the once mighty Tyrrell Racing had been sold to British American Tobacco, and, after a disagreement between the old boss and the new one, Craig Pollock, a ski instructor turned wheeler-dealer, Ken had dolefully stepped away. The truth was that he had been right to have been upset. Tora Takagi had been contracted to drive in 1998, and Tyrrell had wanted Jos Verstappen to be his team-mate. Pollock had said no: Ricardo Rosset, a pay-driver, must have the drive instead. Verstappen had raced an underpowered Tyrrell well in 1997, and had bagged two podiums for Benetton in 1994, whereas Rosset had struggled in 1996 at Footwork, where he had been beaten soundly by his team-mate, ironically Verstappen, and he had done no racing at all in 1997. To put it bluntly, Ken was right and Craig was wrong. Or, to put it brutishly, at Nürburgring in 1998 I noticed that the Tyrrell mechanics had transposed the R and the T on Rosset’s paddock scooter. Think about it.

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So it was that, when I asked Ken if I could interview him on 12 April 1998, the date of that year’s Argentine Grand Prix, he agreed. “Yes, come and watch the race with me at home,” he replied.

He answered the door with a grin and a guffaw, then said: “Norah’s in hospital, nothing serious, so you’re very honoured: you can have her chair.” He then disappeared, quickly returning with a tray bearing Earl Grey in two bone china teacups, two cans of Sainsbury’s Traditional Ginger Beer, and two hot cross buns. “It’s Easter Sunday so you should give him hot cross buns, Norah told me, so I have,” he said, grinning and guffawing again.

You may remember that the race was won by Michael Schumacher (Ferrari), smartly executing a two-stop strategy to beat Mika Häkkinen, whose McLaren team had elected to stop him only once. While we were watching, Ken made no secret of the fact that he was keen to see the McLarens beat the Ferraris. “I like to see the British constructors doing well. It’s nice that it’s still true that, to win in Formula 1, you simply can’t be based outside the UK. Even Ferrari can’t do it – not even with the best driver in the world and the biggest budget that any Formula 1 team has ever had.”

Ken Tyrrell with Craig Pollock

Pollock and Tyrrell in 1998: driver disagreement brought an end to Ken’s 30 year uninterrupted stint in the paddock

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I chose my moment carefully, but eventually I felt I had to acknowledge the elephant in the room. “So, Ken, what does it feel like to be watching Formula 1 from Surrey, via Murray Walker and Martin Brundle, rather than from the pitwall in Argentina?”

Ken looked choked rather than annoyed, and there was no froth job. “Terrible [long pause]… I’d not missed a single race in 30 years [even longer pause]… so, yes, not being a part of things is very hard.” The race came to an end, and after one more cup of Earl Grey I was on my way. Ken stayed away from the Formula 1 scene by and large after that, but for a while he was President of the BRDC, resigning from the position shortly after he had been diagnosed with pancreatic cancer. He died in August 2001. His beloved Norah followed in May 2002.

And what became of his once all-conquering Tyrrell Racing, which had won three drivers’ world championships with Jackie Stewart (1969, 1971 and 1973) and had notched up 33 grand prix wins, one of them brilliantly and uniquely with a six-wheeled car (Jody Scheckter, Anderstorp, 1976)? Well, under the stewardship of Pollock it became BAR, short for British American Racing; it was bought by Honda; it briefly won fairy-tale world championship glory as Brawn; and since 2010 it has become the racing powerhouse that is Mercedes-AMG Petronas Formula 1 Team. Cheers, Uncle Ken, you can be well proud of that.

Francois Cevert Ken Tyrrell and Jackie Stewart on the podium after the 1973 German Grand prix

A Tyrrell 1-2 in Germany ’73, as Stewart headed Cevert at the Nürburgring

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