Summary
Prost took pole ahead of Schumacher, Senna, Hill, Alesi and Patrese. Prost jumped the start with Berger getting ahead of Patrese. The order was: Prost, Schumacher, Senna, Hill, Alesi and Berger. At St. Devote on the first lap as ever there was a scrap as Blundell's Ligier was forced wide off the track and eventually retired after spinning into the wall with suspension damage. Then Prost was penalised for the jump start with a stop-go penalty. He went on lap 12 but stalled the car as he was trying to exit. Finally the problem was fixed but he was a lap down and in 22nd. Wendlinger in the Sauber made contact with JJ Lehto and eventually Lehto retired in the pits by lap 24 with collision d... It was time for the stops with no changes in the top 6 but Prost was the big gainer as he climbed from 10th to 7th. This became 6th and into the points when Patrese's engine failed on lap 54. Prost passed Fittipaldi for fifth soon after. Herbert crashed out on the main straight with gearbox problems on lap 62 which he subsequently had for 20 laps. On lap 71, Berger attacked Hill and there was contact. Hill rejoined but Berger was out immediately. Senna won from Hill, Alesi, Prost, Fittipaldi and...
References
43°44′4.74″N 7°25′16.8″E / 43.7346500°N 7.421333°E / 43.7346500; 7.421333
Race Result
| Pos | No | Driver | Constructor | Laps | Time/Retired |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 1 | 8 | Ayrton Senna | McLaren-Ford | 78 | 1:52:10.947 |
| 2 | 0 | Damon Hill | Williams-Renault | 78 | + 52.118 |
| 3 | 27 | Jean Alesi | Ferrari | 78 | + 1:03.362 |
| 4 | 2 | Alain Prost | Williams-Renault | 77 | + 1 lap |
| 5 | 23 | Christian Fittipaldi | Minardi-Ford | 76 | + 2 laps |
| 6 | 25 | Martin Brundle | Ligier-Renault | 76 | + 2 laps |
| 7 | 11 | Alessandro Zanardi | Lotus-Ford | 76 | + 2 laps |
| 8 | 7 | Michael Andretti | McLaren-Ford | 76 | + 2 laps |
| 9 | 14 | Rubens Barrichello | Jordan-Hart | 76 | + 2 laps |
| 10 | 4 | Andrea de Cesaris | Tyrrell-Yamaha | 76 | + 2 laps |
Qualifying
| Pos | No | Driver | Constructor | Q1 | Q2 |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 1 | 2 | Alain Prost | Williams-Renault | 1:39.649 | 1:20.557 |
| 2 | 5 | Michael Schumacher | Benetton-Ford | 1:40.780 | 1:21.190 |
| 3 | 8 | Ayrton Senna | McLaren-Ford | 1:42.127 | 1:21.552 |
| 4 | 0 | Damon Hill | Williams-Renault | 1:38.963 | 1:21.825 |
| 5 | 27 | Jean Alesi | Ferrari | 1:42.160 | 1:21.948 |
| 6 | 6 | Riccardo Patrese | Benetton-Ford | 1:42.136 | 1:22.117 |
| 7 | 28 | Gerhard Berger | Ferrari | 1:40.853 | 1:22.394 |
| 8 | 29 | Karl Wendlinger | Sauber | 1:45.439 | 1:22.477 |
| 9 | 7 | Michael Andretti | McLaren-Ford | 1:45.993 | 1:22.994 |
| 10 | 20 | Érik Comas | Larrousse-Lamborghini | 1:44.483 | 1:23.246 |
Championship Standings After This Race
The Paddock Breakdown
Barry · Gary · KatGary — 33 · Three Fantasy F1 leagues
The rain, a persistent, sullen grey, clung to the harbor walls—a fitting backdrop to the tension simmering here. Prost, meticulously adjusting the differential on his Benetton, seemed less concerned with the track itself and more with the ghost of Villeneuve's heartbreak, the memory of that rain-soaked disaster a palpable weight in the air. The Ford-powered Benetton, a beast of 680 horsepower, felt sluggish, its turbocharged displacement struggling against the slick asphalt, a stark contrast to the McLaren's almost predatory responsiveness.
Thirty-seven attempts, thirty-six failures – the German had been robbed of a record-breaking seventh Monaco pole, a ghost of ambition clinging to the damp track. Senna, ever the strategist, recognized the shift, a subtle tightening of the focus, a feeling that this wasn't merely about speed, but about control, about owning the narrative.
Kat — 30 · Technical journalist
The rain hadn't relented, a greasy curtain clinging to the harbor walls. Schumacher, a furious knot of muscle and ambition, wrestled the Benetton through Sainte Devote, the rear tires screaming a desperate protest. A fraction of a second—that's all it took to concede the lead, to feel the cold press of Senna's McLaren closing in. You could almost taste the Brazilian's calculation, the subtle shift in gear, the almost predatory patience. Senna, a man sculpted by Monaco itself, possessed a knowledge of this circuit that bordered on the mystical, a legacy built on daring and an uncanny ability to anticipate the slightest change in the asphalt's mood. The air hung thick with the scent of wet rubber and the unspoken pressure of history.
The rain, a greasy, insistent hand, slapped against the harbor wall, mirroring the tremor in Klaus Obermark's hands as he adjusted the telemetry readout. He'd spent a lifetime chasing the ghost of a perfect corner, a fleeting moment of absolute control, and here, in this sodden, treacherous Monaco, it seemed the machine itself was arguing against him. Schumacher, a young lion, roared past, a defiant burst of blue, and Obermark knew, with a chilling certainty, that this wasn't just a race. It was a reckoning. The weight of McLaren's expectations, the relentless pressure from the German, felt like a physical burden, and for a heartbeat, he wondered if perhaps, this was the moment the legend of Ayrton Senna would truly begin to unravel.