There are great moments in life where happiness can unfold Et slowly Et brutally. There are millions of examples, the ballets of Béjart, as violent as they are decomposed, Michelangelo covering in extreme pain, he worked on his knees, the walls and the ceiling of the Sistine " fresh », the Adagio from Beethoven's fifth concerto (Sokolov and Kempff have made it a world must)…
But if driving is an art, an obsession with timing, a permanent desire for the perfect trajo (when I see Zarco or Lorenzo in a curve it's Mozart, but we haven't seen them) the Brno GP was lonely, without relief and without sound, except in Moto3 where from start to finish we fought Agincourt style until the final bouquet...
Since the Friday of the GP, however, we have felt the promising young MotoGP riders very impatient to measure themselves and even to prank the one who is entering GP legend step by step, Marc Márquez...
We throw it in testing, we squeeze it in the pits, we beat it in warmups, we drag it into press conferences, sometimes we even manage to steal a pole from it, and all this in rage, sound and fury …
The Brno GP was silent, like a silent film, but at least in the pre-war cinemas there was a pianist in the room!
Well, we saw Márquez put his elbow down twice so as not to lose the front (his famous “salvada”) he was on target, ultimately fighting against himself, to prove to young and old I imagine , it's a two-pronged psychiatrist but I assume he's still the boss.
But it was as beautiful as Charlies Watts and Jagger attacking “Sympathy for the devil…” a real thrill.
Nobody could do anything about it. Dovizioso never at least pretended to attack him and the rest of the world was at dache. Marquez crosses the finish line in a magnificent but solitary manner, arms outstretched, again, the music was missing.
You have to go to third place to find two attacks, between Rins and Miller.
Other fights? I saw Pol Espargaró beat everyone, from Rossi to Viñales to Quartararo, a forced fight in a way.
In short, there were some very long laps and it was unbearable.
So yes, we saw Safety cars driving before the GP for forty minutes to check the drying of a showered track in its straight line, its exit and arrival turns flooded by a downpour in the... I admit that the loneliness of the GP started like that, seeing a car all alone on the screen for more than half an hour is really scary.
There was a time when in this kind of situation, the TV directors I worked with, the journalists, the cameramen competed in creativity. Because a race that doesn't start (or that starts four times!) is not boring, it's a very exciting moment on the contrary, but on condition that you show it, stage it. The tension in the stands is filmed...
There was a time when at the end of the (F1) GPs in the live press rooms, the journalists stood up and listened with delight to the Brazilian commentator who spoke (yelled...) to himself for another half hour after the arrival. And applauded him when he returned the antenna.
The pilots have nothing to reproach themselves for, ever, it's an axiom, non-negotiable.
But the spectacle, the show, il giocco, we can say it in all languages, it is also an art and it is in moments of silence that the sound and the light must be the loudest and the most brilliant...
Television follows low-cost fashion, it's a horror.
Too bad because Márquez fighting against himself was worth a festival of slow motion, acrobatics is also an art... provided you show it...
And to have people commenting who are a little enthusiastic, inspired, and who want to share an exceptional moment.
Marquez and his opponents, the engineers, the mechanics are paid to win races, not to put on the show. The show is up to us to put on.
Sorry to the fans, we failed.
PS: I did not listen to the Canal Plus comments, I am not a subscriber, perhaps they will have known, like the aforementioned Mozart, to put music to the silent show.
