The 1992 British Grand Prix was a Formula One motor race held at Silverstone on July 12, 1992. It was the ninth round of the 1992 Formula One season. The Williams-Renault team's drivers Nigel Mansell and Riccardo Patrese finished first and second, their final one-two of the season.
After Mansell won his home Grand Prix, the British spectators invaded the race track to congratulate their hero. Mansell's car was blocked by the crowd, preventing him from driving back to the pits. Eventually Mansell was returned to the pits by track marshalls to attend the podium ceremony. Not only had Mansell scored a Grand Slam (led every lap from pole position and set fastest lap of the race), he had become the most successful British Formula One driver of all time, surpassing Jackie Stewart's 27 wins with his 28th win.
Future World Champion Damon Hill made his first start, for the Brabham team. Two further future champions (Michael Schumacher and Mika Häkkinen) scored points.
Ayrton Senna retired his McLaren from fourth place due to transmission failure on lap 52, leaving his hopes of retaining the world title minimal. Ironically, his car stopped at the same spot where he had run out of fuel in the 1991 British Grand Prix and had been classified fourth.
Gerhard Berger's McLaren had an engine problem in the closing stages of the race and he just managed to finish fifth, right behind Schumacher's Benetton.
Schumacher got himself into trouble yet again; when trying to lap the Jordan of Stefano Modena, Schumacher wanted to get through when there was no room for Modena to make space, and they collided for the second straight race.
Read more about 1992 British Grand Prix: Classification, Standings After The Race
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