Background
The event was held at the Silverstone Circuit in Northamptonshire for the 41st time in the circuit's history. The Grand Prix was the eighth round of the 2006 Formula One World Championship and the 52nd running of the British Grand Prix as a round of the Formula One World Championship.
Championship standings before the race
Renault 's Fernando Alonso was leading the Drivers' Championship with 64 points, ahead of Ferrari 's Michael Schumacher with 43 and both Renault teammate Giancarlo Fisichella and McLaren driver with 27. In the Constructors' Championship, Renault topped the standings with 91 points, ahead of Ferrari (63) and McLaren (50).
Friday drivers
The bottom 6 teams in the 2005 Constructors' Championship and Super Aguri were entitled to run a third car in free practice on Friday. These drivers drove on Friday but did not compete in qualifying or the race.
Qualifying
Fernando Alonso became the first Spanish driver and the youngest driver ever (24 years and 317 days) to get a hat trick (pole position, winning and fastest lap in the same race). He fell one lap short of clinching a Grand Chelem (complementing the hat trick by leading every lap). He would finally achieve this at the 2010 Singapore Grand Prix .
Race
The start brought no changes in the order at the front, but further back, Scott Speed pushed Ralf Schumacher 's Toyota right in the path of Mark Webber . Schumacher and Webber retired on the spot, while Speed crawled to the pits and drove straight into the garage at the end of the lap. The safety car was deployed for three laps. At the restart, Michael Schumacher challenged Kimi Räikkönen for second, but the Finn held on. Alonso gradually built a gap of three seconds to Raikkonen, and on lap 18, Schumacher was the first to pit . The championship leader looked to have the win secured, especially when his lead had grown to 13 seconds after the first round of stops. Schumacher managed to leapfrog Räikkönen at the second round of stops, but never managed to get closer to his rival in the Renault . Räikkönen slowly fell into the clutches of Giancarlo Fisichella but held on to his podium finish. Juan Pablo Montoya and Jacques Villeneuve finished sixth and eighth, respectively, and scored the final World Championship points of their careers. 52°04′43″N 1°01′01″W / 52.07861°N 1.01694°W / 52.07861; -1.01694
Race Result
| Pos. | No. | Driver | Constructor | Laps | Time/Retired |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 1 | 1 | Fernando Alonso | Renault | 60 | 1:25:51.927 |
| 2 | 5 | Michael Schumacher | Ferrari | 60 | +13.951 |
| 3 | 3 | Kimi Räikkönen | McLaren-Mercedes | 60 | +18.672 |
| 4 | 2 | Giancarlo Fisichella | Renault | 60 | +19.976 |
| 5 | 6 | Felipe Massa | Ferrari | 60 | +31.559 |
| 6 | 4 | Juan Pablo Montoya | McLaren-Mercedes | 60 | +1:04.769 |
| 7 | 16 | Nick Heidfeld | BMW Sauber | 60 | +1:14.594 |
| 8 | 17 | Jacques Villeneuve | BMW Sauber | 60 | +1:18.299 |
| 9 | 10 | Nico Rosberg | Williams-Cosworth | 60 | +1:19.008 |
| 10 | 11 | Rubens Barrichello | Honda | 59 | +1 lap |
Qualifying
| Pos. | No. | Driver | Constructor | Q1 | Q2 |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 1 | 1 | Fernando Alonso | Renault | 1:21.018 | 1:20.271 |
| 2 | 3 | Kimi Räikkönen | McLaren-Mercedes | 1:21.648 | 1:20.497 |
| 3 | 5 | Michael Schumacher | Ferrari | 1:22.096 | 1:20.659 |
| 4 | 6 | Felipe Massa | Ferrari | 1:21.647 | 1:20.846 |
| 5 | 2 | Giancarlo Fisichella | Renault | 1:22.411 | 1:20.594 |
| 6 | 11 | Rubens Barrichello | Honda | 1:22.965 | 1:20.929 |
| 7 | 7 | Ralf Schumacher | Toyota | 1:22.886 | 1:21.043 |
| 8 | 4 | Juan Pablo Montoya | McLaren-Mercedes | 1:22.169 | 1:20.816 |
| 9 | 16 | Nick Heidfeld | BMW Sauber | 1:21.670 | 1:20.629 |
| 10 | 17 | Jacques Villeneuve | BMW Sauber | 1:21.637 | 1:20.672 |
The Paddock Breakdown
Barry · Gary · KatGary — 33 · Three Fantasy F1 leagues
The rain, a sullen grey drape over Silverstone, hadn't arrived on schedule, hadn't offered the solace many sought. Button, burdened by a 2005 that felt like a fractured reflection, wrestled with his BMW-Sauber C2 – a car built on a 3. 0-liter V8, a heart struggling to find its rhythm. A curious detail emerged: Honda, observing the McLaren-Mercedes' aggressive tire strategy, quietly adjusted their own Bridgestone compound selection, anticipating a similar calculated risk.
You could almost hear the collective sigh of disappointment from the stands, a damp counterpoint to the roar of the engines. This was Silverstone, after all – a place where the weather held more sway than any technical advantage. And look at that – Button, starting from pole, a position that felt almost impossibly fragile given his season. The statistical anomaly here, of course, is the 12th time a McLaren has taken the lead at Silverstone, a record that speaks volumes about the team's inherent understanding of this particular beast of a track. It's a testament, isn't it, to the relentless pursuit of data, the painstaking analysis that defines McLaren's approach.
Kat — 30 · Technical journalist
The rain hadn't relented, a grey curtain drawn tight across Silverstone. Hamilton, helmet slick with spray, wrestled the McLaren to the apex of Copse, a desperate, almost frantic ballet. A fraction of a second—that's all it took for the gap to shrink, a visceral tremor running through the team's communications. You could almost *feel* the weight of expectation, the pressure radiating from the young Briton, battling not just the track, but a season already marred by inconsistency. A flicker of doubt crossed his face, a momentary lapse in the unwavering focus he usually presented. This wasn't just a race; it was a reckoning, a chance to rewrite the narrative of his 2006 campaign. The tension was palpable, thick enough to taste.
The rain, a sullen grey smear across the Silverstone sky, mirrored the mood in the McLaren garage. Heidfeld, a granite statue of controlled frustration, stared at the telemetry, a silent indictment of a weekend spiralling towards a damp, disappointing close. You could almost taste the tension – a metallic tang mingling with the scent of high-octane fuel. It wasn't the raw speed he craved, but the precision, the relentless pursuit of a tenth, a hundredth, that defined his existence. The whispers circulated: a miscalculation in tyre strategy, a momentary lapse in the car's notoriously sensitive balance. This wasn't just a race; it was a reckoning for a driver battling to reclaim his throne, a quiet drama unfolding beneath the roar of the crowd. The shadow of Button's struggles, a persistent reminder of McLaren's fractured ambitions, hung heavy in the air.