I was 9 (and a half), watching the race in my parents living room (where I watched practically every race for the next 16 years!) I had already been following the sport for 3 years due to the fact that I was an odd kid, obsessed with cars, and was a big Senna/Williams fan already. My first reaction was “For goodness sake, you are handing this to MSC!”, but I soon realised it wasn’t good. The signs were all there: Senna’s head moved and then stayed so eerily still, the marshals didn’t go to the car, Murray Walker’s tone changed, and my parents sat in silence. I’ll never forget that day, it also happens to be my Mum’s birthday.
My older brother had 2 friends, twin sisters if I remember right, who were devout Senna fans, and I remember that they cried for about a week solid. It all made me even more interested in Senna and the sport, and lead to me reading more and more about both. I soon realised that Senna was way more than just another world champion, someone who won a few races in 93 and was mostly famous (in my book anyway) for his left hook on Eddie Irvine. So in a way, that day and my F1 obsession are intrinsically linked. Quite odd.