On Sunday morning we see the sun for the ﬁrst time, but it isn’t very strong and the blue sky gradually disappears behind a thin haze. It’s impossible to say whether the crowd is any less because of the outcome of practice, for whatever it’s a large crowd. Overnight some of them have expressed their disapproval of Brabham-BMW and Renault, and Piquet and Prost in particular, by painting some very obscene signs on the starting grid in front of the positions for both Frost and Piquet, while there are words of encouragement for Tambay, Arnoux and de Cesaris. There is nothing for poor lonely Riccardo Patrese on pole-position, neither encouragement nor admonition. During the break between warm-up time and the assembly on the grid Romolo Tavoni, the Autodromo director, had the rudder erased from the grid, but left the encouragement. As the cars left the pit lane there are cheers for the red ones and whistles and jeers for the other leading runners and unanimous cheering and appreciative whistles for the 26 Italian beauties that Marlboro produces to hold the assembly marker boards. Every one of the long-leg shapely girls is enough to take the mind off motor racing for even the hardest misogynist racing driver, not that there are many of those these days. While lining up on the dummy grid Goodyear people are concerne about the look of one of Arnoux’s rear tyres, so both of them change and slowly the minutes ticks by towards the 3.30 pm start. Patrese leads them all round on the parade lap, they all line up in their correct positions, the red light comes on, engines soare to high revs, the green is on and Cheever makes another meteoric start, like he had done in Holland. He swerved right, aiming down between the two rows, and nearly collected Piquet’s Brabham which is swerving to the left of Tambay’s Ferrari. Everyone got away and got through the ﬁrst chicane and the two Brabhams of Patrese and Piquet are streaking away, follow by the two Ferraris.
At the end of the lap there is a confusion of noise for the two blue and white BMW power cars are already a long way ahead of Amoux, and Tambay in the red cars, with Cheever, de Cesaris, Prost, de Angelis and Mansell following. At the ﬁrst chicane on lap 3 de Cesaris passes Cheever and promptly spin off into the sandy run-off area and out of the race, and before the leaders reappear the conﬁne noise from the crowd burst into a unanimous roar as it’s reported on the loudspeakers that Patrese’s car is pouring out smoke. Sure enough Piquet goes by on his own and as the others follow a cloud of smoke can be seen heading for the pit lane. Car number 6 is in the middle of it but the engine expires completely before it reaches the pits. Patrese’s glory is short-lived. Seeing the demise of his team-mate, all Piquet’s mechanical knowledge and feel is put to good use and he winds down the boost pressure just enough to maintain his lead and give the engine a slightly easier time. Tambay’s Ferrari engine is a bit down on power anyway and Cheever pass him to take third place, with Prost and de Angelis not far behind the Ferrari. On lap 5 Johansson pulls the Spirit off onto the grass as the Honda engine suddenly dies with some form of electrical failure and Baldi arrives in the pit lane with smoke belching from one of the exhaust pipes of his V8 Alfa Romeo, indicative of a turbocharger failure. By this time a Piquet is ﬁrmly out in front, Arnoux is second with Cheever in third place, hanging on to the Ferrari. Tambay is fourth with Prost and de Angelis uncomfortably close behind him. Then comes Warwick in the Toleman with Watson close behind in the second of the Porsche-power McLarens. Lauda is in the pits with the Bosch people trying to cure a chronic misﬁre. Mansell is just managing to fend off Winkelhock who has Rosberg and Giacomelli behind him and then there is a big gap before the remainder follow in the order Surer (Arrows), Alboreto (Tyrrell), Jarier (Ligier), Boutsen (Arrows), Guerrero and Cecotto (Theodores), Sullivan (Tyrrell) and Fabi and Ghinzani (Osellas).
In the serious part of the race are eleven 11/2-liter cars boost by turbochargers with a line 3-liter Cosworth power car hanging on to tenth place by sheer grit, but it’s a useless endeavor for Rosberg is about to be penalized a minute for disobedience at the start. At the drivers’ brieﬁng just before the start they are told not to cross the white line that marks the track-width in the wide starting area and Rosberg has infringe the rule blatantly. The scene develops into one of a procession, head by the blue and white Brabham-BMW so there is little joy for the crowd and when de Angelis passes Prost, and then Tambay to put the Renault power Lotus 94T into fourth place there is even less joy. Lauda has joins in again on lap 9 but Watson starts lap 14 with his Porsche engine suddenly going ﬂat as if the ignition or injection timing has gone wrong and coast to a halt, which is a pity as Wattie is getting into his stride and has whistle past Warwick’s Toleman-Hart with ease, and is lapping only half a second slower than Piquet’s leading Brabham. While lapping the tail-enders Tambay has a moment off on the grass, but it doesn't lose him any time and as half distance approaches the routine pit stops begin. Cheever is stationary at the Renault pit for 11.59 seconds at the end of lap 24 and de Angelis is at the Lotus pit for 14.24 seconds on the same lap, which drops them both back a bit, temporarily. Then Arnoux came in at the end of lap 25, for an 11.99 second stop which drops him to third place behind Tambay and Prost is in the pits at the end of lap 26, which is half-distance. His stop is a long one, of 15.78 seconds, and when he got away it’s obvious that all isn’t well for his engine don’t pick up cleanly and two laps later he is back in the pits with a loss of boost pressure, for a turbocharger unit is about to fail so that is the end of his race.
Warwick stops for 13.24 seconds and then the Lotus lads do a superb job when Mansell comes in and he is stationary for a mere 11.04 seconds. All this time Piquet is forging away ahead, running to Gordon Murray’s late-stop plan and on lap 29 Lauda makes his routine stop in 13.59 seconds and as he restarts he stalls the engine and roll to rest right by the Brabham pit, where they are waiting for Piquet. Many hands push the McLaren-Porsche out of the way unceremoniously to get rid of it and as Piquet ends lap 31 he is heading for the pit lane. The Brabham team’s pit work leaves everyone gasping, 10.15 seconds for four wheels and about 100 liters of petrol, and Piquet roars away back into the race before the next car is in view. The order before any pit stops is Piquet, Arnoux, Cheever, de Angelis, Tambay, Prost, Warwick, Winkelhock, Mansell, Giacomelli, and now Prost has gone and Tambay is ahead of de Angelis so it’s BMW, Ferrari, Renault, Ferrari, Lotus-Renault, Toleman, ATS-BMW, and then the ATS engine goes sick and Winkelhock retires. Piquet has everything well under control and he turns the boost down even further and settles into a comfortable cruise to the ﬁnish, regulating his pace to that of his followers. It’s all over, Ferrari isn’t going to win this Italian Grand Prix so it’s just a matter of hanging around until it’s all over. When Piquet laps Giacomelli’s Toleman-Hart the tubby little Italian latches onto the tail of the Brabham and sits in the slip-stream. At ﬁrst there doesn't seem to be much point in this, but Piquet is heading towards lapping Mansell’s Lotus-Renault and Giacomelli can see the chance of picking up a place, so he hangs on splendidly. With two laps logo Piquet eases right up and lets Giacomelli go by to put himself on the same lap as the leader, but more important is the fact that he is now within striking distance marcof Mansell’s Lotus. When Piquet crosses the line to win the 54th Italian Grand Prix there are a few sporadic hand claps, even though he has driven a beautifully judge race and is the winner all the way.
When Arnoux crosses the line some ten seconds later the crowds erupt and by the time Tambay arrives in fourth place the crowds are ﬂooding across the track, having to scale a 12 ft high wire fence as if it isn’t there. Cheever has ﬁnish a very worthy third and de Angelis is lucky to ﬁnish ﬁfth as his gearbox has begin to break up in the last two laps and the Renault engine has be on the rev-limiter as he peaks in what gears are available. Warwick is a lonely sixth, but happy to have another trouble-free run in the Toleman-Hart and down the back straight Giacomelli is in the slip-stream behind the 4-bladed rear aerofoil of the Lotus. By the time the two cars appeare out of the Curva Parabolica for the ﬂat-out run to the checkered ﬂag there are spectators all over the track and the situation looks very nasty. Mansell panicks and lifted right off the accelerator, but not little Bruno Giacomelli, he keeps his head down and his foot hard on it and snatch seventh place from the Lotus within sight of the ﬂag as he weaves his way through the stupid spectators at 170 mph. There isn’t hope of anyone doing a slowing down lap and they all pull off to the right and switch off to disappear under the milling throng, but an angry and chasten Mansell does a u-turn and drives through the crowds the wrong way into the pit lane. The Italian Grand Prix ﬁnish in total chaos, the wide ﬁnish area a sea of happy ﬂag-waving Italians all very orderly and friendly just waiting to cheer Rene Arnoux and Patrick Tambay. They are only second and fourth, which makes the mind boggle to think what will happen if they are going to be ﬁrst and second. Slowly the crowds drift away, the 1983 Italian Grand Prix is over and Nelson Piquet knows he has driven the Ferrari team into the ground and stamps on them. It is a ﬁne victory to complete the Brabham-BMW domination that began on Friday morning.