Race
French Tyrrell driver Philippe Streiff was the first naturally aspirated Jim Clark Trophy car to finish in 12th, three laps down on Piquet. The win strengthened Piquet's championship points lead to 14 points over Senna and 20 over Mansell. Numbers in brackets refer to positions of normally aspirated entrants competing for the Jim Clark Trophy .
Qualifying
Due to the entries of AGS and Coloni , for the first time in the 1987 season, there would be drivers who would fail to qualify for the race - in this case, it was to be Nicola Larini in the Coloni and Pascal Fabre in the AGS.
Race Result
| Pos | No | Driver | Constructor | Laps | Time/Retired |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 1 | 6 | Nelson Piquet | Williams-Honda | 50 | 1:14:47.707 |
| 2 | 12 | Ayrton Senna | Lotus-Honda | 50 | + 1.806 |
| 3 | 5 | Nigel Mansell | Williams-Honda | 50 | + 49.036 |
| 4 | 28 | Gerhard Berger | Ferrari | 50 | + 57.979 |
| 5 | 20 | Thierry Boutsen | Benetton-Ford | 50 | + 1:21.319 |
| 6 | 2 | Stefan Johansson | McLaren-TAG | 50 | + 1:28.787 |
| 7 | 19 | Teo Fabi | Benetton-Ford | 49 | + 1 lap |
| 8 | 26 | Piercarlo Ghinzani | Ligier-Megatron | 48 | + 2 laps |
| 9 | 10 | Christian Danner | Zakspeed | 48 | + 2 laps |
| 10 | 25 | René Arnoux | Ligier-Megatron | 48 | + 2 laps |
Qualifying
| Pos | No | Driver | Constructor | Q1 | Q2 |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 1 | 6 | Nelson Piquet | Williams-Honda | 1:24.617 | 1:23.460 |
| 2 | 5 | Nigel Mansell | Williams-Honda | 1:24.350 | 1:23.559 |
| 3 | 28 | Gerhard Berger | Ferrari | 1:25.211 | 1:23.933 |
| 4 | 12 | Ayrton Senna | Lotus-Honda | 1:25.535 | 1:24.907 |
| 5 | 1 | Alain Prost | McLaren-TAG | 1:25.340 | 1:24.946 |
| 6 | 20 | Thierry Boutsen | Benetton-Ford | 1:25.250 | 1:25.004 |
| 7 | 19 | Teo Fabi | Benetton-Ford | 1:26.894 | 1:25.020 |
| 8 | 27 | Michele Alboreto | Ferrari | 1:25.290 | 1:25.247 |
| 9 | 7 | Riccardo Patrese | Brabham-BMW | 1:26.453 | 1:25.525 |
| 10 | 8 | Andrea de Cesaris | Brabham-BMW | 1:40.285 | 1:26.802 |
Championship Standings After This Race
The Paddock Breakdown
Barry · Gary · KatGary — 33 · Three Fantasy F1 leagues
Here we are, the roar of Monza – a sound that has echoed through motorsport's very soul. Nelson Piquet, in that Williams-Honda, seized the moment, launching from pole with a potent 628 horsepower engine – a significant advantage over the Ferrari's 580. Senna, battling for the lead, momentarily lost traction at Parabolica, a subtle misjudgment that ceded the position, a reminder that even the most gifted drivers are susceptible to the track's brutal demands. Mansell, a strong showing for the British team, secured a respectable third, demonstrating the continued evolution of chassis design, particularly the increased rigidity of the Benetton's tubular frame.
Here we are at Monza, a cathedral of speed, and a stage for battles waged with a ferocity that echoes back to Fangio. Nelson Piquet, in that Williams-Honda, seized the lead from the very first lights, establishing a dominance that mirrored the Brazilian's position in the championship standings. A scant 1. The statistical anomaly here is the continued dominance of the Williams team – six consecutive victories, a testament to their engineering prowess, yet a trend that, historically, rarely persists beyond a single season.
Kat — 30 · Technical journalist
There! Piquet wrests the lead, a fraction of a second separating him from Senna's Lotus. The tension here at Monza… it's a palpable thing, isn't it? One recalls the political tremors of the time – the Soviet Union's crumbling façade, the burgeoning calls for democracy echoing across Europe. This relentless pursuit, this razor-thin margin, mirrors a world grappling with profound change. Senna, momentarily unsettled, drifts wide at Parabolica. A crucial misstep, perhaps, reflecting the instability of the era itself. Mansell, a steadfast presence, continues his measured challenge, a quiet counterpoint to the drama unfolding before us.
The rain, a persistent drizzle this afternoon, mirrored the tension clinging to the Monza paddock. Nigel Mansell, a man of granite resolve, meticulously adjusted his helmet, a flicker of frustration crossing his features. He'd been so close, a heartbeat away from challenging Piquet's dominance. The weight of expectation, the relentless pursuit of a championship, settled heavily upon him. This circuit, this team, this season – it all hinged on a single, decisive moment. A moment, it seemed, slipping just beyond his grasp.