There isn’t a cloud in the sky, in fact the only thing in the sky was the Goodyear airship, quietly and elegantly being use as a television camera platform, which is a nice change from the usual irritating TV helicopters that bug most Grand Prix starting lines. Suddenly it is time for the serious business to begin, the Pixies and Fairies are pop back into their pens, the mechanics give their drivers a thumbs-up to start the engines and a potential 10.000 b.h.p. move forward to the starting grid and got off to a splendid start with a noise that shook the Grandstands that are pack to overflowing. The Ferrari of Ickx got its sleek narrow nose into the lead as he and Fittipaldi race for Paddock Bend and the whole field power down the hill and up to Druids, with a certain amount of bumping and boring going on among the back-markers, from which Galli emergs last with a puncture right front tyre. Round the back of the circuit Ickx led Fittipaldi, the chisel nose of the Lotus not too close to the blaring exhaust pipes of the Ferrari, for the Brazilian driver doesn’t have too much confidence in the Belgian driver. Beltoise has jump neatly from the third row of the grid into third place ahead of Revson, Stewart and Schenken and the rest are following more or less in grid order. When they have all gone by at the end of the opening lap the Tecno arrives at the pits for a new front wheel and tyre and then rejoin the race. At the end of the second lap the Ferrari and the Lotus have pull out quite a lead and it is obvious that Beltoise can’t justify his third place and is holding up quite a pack of cars behind him, but Brands Hatch is a hopeless circuit for overtaking if someone is in the way. On the third lap Stewart forced his way past Revson and begin pressing the B.R.M., but there is no way by, and meanwhile Ickx and Fittipaldi are getting away. At the end of lap 4 Walker coasts into the pits and half a lap later Gethin’s B.R.M. engine spew out oil and smoke as it blow up on South Bank Bend and left a trail of oil up under the bridge, fortunately not on the racing-line.
Beltoise suddenly thought his B.R.M. feel peculiar and slow right up, letting everyone go by him on lap 20 and at the same time Hill is into the pits with a punctured tyre. At 22 laps Beltoise stops to see what is going wrong with his car and at the same time Charlton has trouble with his gearbox and turns smartly into the pits through the back door from the bottom straight. On the twenty-third lap the leaders lap Walker and has a bit of trouble getting by and this allow Stewart to close right up on them and going into Druids Hairpin on the twenty-fifth lap Ickx got his braking a bit wrong, which threw Fittipaldi off balance and while he is sorting himself out Stewart is by into second place. Now the first three are very close together, but nose-to-tail rather than side-by-side and they stay that way for a number of laps. The rest of the field are in a pretty orderly procession and look like staying that way until mechanical problems interven, and the first to suffer is Hailwood, whose gearbox go wrong which drop him from sixth place on lap 27 to tenth place on lap 30 and into the pits and out of the race on lap 31. Merzario is into the pits on the same lap with a puncture, after staying ahead of Hulme in mid-field from the start, and with a new wheel and tyre he rejoin the scene with great enthusiasm, determine to make up as much ground as possible in the second half of the race. Right at the back of the field Amon is battling with Beuttler, which indicate that something is wrong somewhere, and on lap 34 the leaders lap the Matra. As they disappear under the bridge at South Bank Fittipaldi has squeezes past Stewart and the situation returne to square one, with Ickx still in the lead. By lap 40, with the race is going for just on one hour, stalemate have settle in again at the front as Ickx, Fittipaldi and Stewart circulate in formation watching each other and waiting for something to happen. In the mid-field the scene have all come apart at the seams for Reutemann and Pace have a coming together and stop at the pits for a check, and Oliver has come to rest out on the circuit when the lower radius rod on the left rear suspension tore off the hub-carrier.
"From a gentleman to a twit in a tenth of a second".
A few laps later on lap 61 Cevert got wide at the same point and come to a sudden stop against the Armco just a bit short of where Hill’s Brabham is. This accident to the Tyrrell leave Peterson into fourth place just before he is lap by Fittipaldi and Stewart, so now there are only three cars on the same lap, and when Schenken give up it leave Hulme and Amon into the picture The Australian’s Surtees is beginning to steer at both ends, for the thread on one of the locations of the rear suspension is pulling out, and as he explains:
"It’s a good idea to have the steering wheel couple to the wheels that are steering, and there is no way. of coupling it to the back wheels".
After a thoroughly dull and frustrating race Amon suddenly find himself in sixth place and the hard-charging Merzario is now seventh, charging so hard that he nearly collects Revson at one point. As the last six laps run out Stewart can do nothing except follow the black and gold Lotus home, both cars running perfectly, both drivers driving immaculately, but a complete deadlock with the advantage to the Brazilian driver. Revson is in a very nice third place but Peterson is in a shaky fourth place as his March is running low on petrol and the engine is popping and banging. In a last minute flash of brilliance Amon had passes Hulme, to take fifth place, and as the leaders are finishing their seventy-sixth lap, Peterson is destine not to finish his seventy-fifth. As he change down for Paddock Bend the engine of his March die as he is in neutral and he can't got into a lower gear; going too fast into the corner, with no power to help it round the March run wide onto the grass, smash into Cevert’s derelict Tyrrell and then struck Hill’s derelict Brabham, and of the three cars the Tyrrell come off worst. This let a surprise Amon into fourth place, followe by Hulme, with a delight Merzario into sixth place, while Peterson has covere sufficient distance to be classify seventh. In these closing stages Wilson Fittipaldi has a big moment out on the back of the circuit when a radius arm anchorage on the rear suspension of his Brabham has broken, and while he is skating to rest in a cloud of dust his young brother is bringing happy smiles to the faces of Colin Chapman and all his mechanics, but above all bringing satisfaction to John Player & Sons who not only put a lot of finance and support into Team Lotus, but are sponsoring the British Grand Prix to the point of monopoly. The unruffle way in which Emerson Fittipaldi is winning races in only his third year of Grand Prix racing is beginning to depress and demoralize a lot of people, but an equal number are smiling contentedly and enjoying every minute of it.