Race
The 1-2 finish secured the Constructors' Championship for McLaren, their first since 1974 . With the Tyrrell team excluded from the championship (and its pending appeal to be heard before the next race in Italy allowing them to be starters in Holland), the race had 27 starters with Dutch driver Huub Rothengatter driving the Spirit - Hart starting in last place. For his home race, the Spirit was painted in Dutch racing orange .
Race Result
| Pos | No | Driver | Constructor | Laps | Time/Retired |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 1 | 7 | Alain Prost | McLaren-TAG | 71 | 1:37:21.468 |
| 2 | 8 | Niki Lauda | McLaren-TAG | 71 | + 10.283 |
| 3 | 12 | Nigel Mansell | Lotus-Renault | 71 | + 1:19.544 |
| 4 | 11 | Elio de Angelis | Lotus-Renault | 70 | + 1 lap |
| 5 | 2 | Teo Fabi | Brabham-BMW | 70 | + 1 lap |
| 6 | 15 | Patrick Tambay | Renault | 70 | + 1 lap |
| 7 | 25 | François Hesnault | Ligier-Renault | 69 | + 2 laps |
| 8 | 6 | Keke Rosberg | Williams-Honda | 68 | Out of fuel |
| 9 | 10 | Jonathan Palmer | RAM-Hart | 67 | + 4 laps |
| 10 | 9 | Philippe Alliot | RAM-Hart | 67 | + 4 laps |
Qualifying
| Pos | No | Driver | Constructor | Q1 | Q2 |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 1 | 7 | Alain Prost | McLaren-TAG | 1:14.946 | 1:13.567 |
| 2 | 1 | Nelson Piquet | Brabham-BMW | 1:13.872 | 1:13.953 |
| 3 | 11 | Elio de Angelis | Lotus-Renault | 1:14.027 | 1:13.883 |
| 4 | 16 | Derek Warwick | Renault | 1:15.184 | 1:14.405 |
| 5 | 15 | Patrick Tambay | Renault | 1:17.013 | 1:14.566 |
| 6 | 8 | Niki Lauda | McLaren-TAG | 1:15.556 | 1:14.866 |
| 7 | 6 | Keke Rosberg | Williams-Honda | 1:15.137 | 1:15.117 |
| 8 | 5 | Jacques Laffite | Williams-Honda | 1:16.659 | 1:15.231 |
| 9 | 27 | Michele Alboreto | Ferrari | 1:16.248 | 1:15.264 |
| 10 | 2 | Teo Fabi | Brabham-BMW | 1:16.607 | 1:15.338 |
Championship Standings After This Race
The Paddock Breakdown
Barry · Gary · KatGary — 33 · Three Fantasy F1 leagues
"Hold on… hold on! The Brabham, a beast of 688 horsepower, simply couldn't contain the sheer aggression of the BMW-turbo! Nelson Piquet's early lead evaporated with a sickening sputter – a critical loss of pressure, folks, and a championship gamble gone instantly cold. " "Prost! The McLaren, a marvel of 720cc V8 engineering, absolutely dominates! Lauda, a stoic second, yet a formidable force, and Mansell… oh, that Lotus-Renault, a calculated risk, pushing relentlessly!" "Three laps! Three laps separating the titans. De Angelis, trapped in the shadow of his teammate, a heartbreaking display of strategic positioning. This isn't just racing; it's a brutal chess match played at 200 miles per hour!".
Ten laps, a mere blink in this brutal ballet, and the Brazilian's machine surrendered to a catastrophic oil pressure failure—a mechanical betrayal! Observe, the Frenchman now commands, and a chilling pattern emerges: McLaren, with Prost at the helm, has secured pole position in *six* of the thirteen races this season, a dominance that whispers of engineering supremacy.
Kat — 30 · Technical journalist
Here we go! Mansell! He's *demanding* that podium spot from De Angelis, a furious blue blur against the sand! The Lotus man is fighting, clawing, a primal scream against the McLaren's relentless surge. This isn't just a race; this is a battle for national pride, for a championship that hangs precariously in the balance. Prost watches, a cold, calculating predator, sensing weakness. The gap narrows, then widens again – a brutal, agonizing chess match played at 200 miles per hour. Will the Lotus man break through, or will the McLaren's dominance crush his hopes?
The rain… it's a cruel mistress, isn't it? Watching Lauda meticulously wipe down his helmet, a tiny frown etching itself onto his face – a veteran's patience tested by the capricious whims of Zandvoort. That oil pressure failure on Piquet's Brabham, a catastrophic cascade of engineering woes, utterly devastating. Prost, cool, collected, seizing the moment like a viper striking. He's a force, a glacier of precision, and today, the track is his to sculpt. Mansell, a furious whirlwind in that Lotus, relentlessly pushing, a testament to raw aggression. This isn't just racing; it's a psychological war waged at 200 miles per hour. The McLaren 1-2. it's a statement.