Any appreciation of Williams would be incomplete without highlighting how his stubbornness could cut both ways. Where his obstinacy made him a genius of the F1 paddock, it compromised his effectiveness as a family man. On his wedding day, he shelved any thought of lunch in favour of heading straight to the factory. When Ginny took their three children on annual holidays to Marbella, he would never come.

Prior to her death from cancer in 2013, at the age 66, Ginny wrote a book, A Different Kind of Life, spelling out the rage she felt in the aftermath of Frank’s crash. Her husband’s refusal to read it caused extreme pain to his daughter Claire, until she conveyed a poignant extract to him in the final scenes of Williams, the 2017 documentary on the team’s triumphs and travails.

Claire never wanted the team’s followers to lose sight of the pivotal role Ginny played in Williams’s glories, injecting money behind the scenes throughout the Seventies to sustain Frank’s quest. Ginny was equally central to his convalescence from that terrible car wreck.

“If it wasn’t for her, Frank wouldn’t be alive and we wouldn’t have the championships we won after 1986,” Claire told me last year. “I never wanted people to forget that side of our story.”