HISTORY will show the star driver of this Belgian Grand Prix held in the shadow of death was first-time Formula 1 winner Charles Leclerc.

But that, Daily Mail writer Jonathan McEvoy says, is not entirely true. 

He feels the award should go to Nathalie, mother of F2 driver Anthoine Hubert, the 22-year-old Frenchman who perished at Eau Rouge corner on Saturday evening. 

She was at home near Paris when her son was declared dead at 6.35pm. 

She then drove to Spa, a five-hour journey through the twilight and tears until she arrived in a night-time Ardennes forest, so that in front of the TV cameras and amid motor racing’s mourning luminaries and functionaries she might hold her boy’s pink and white crash helmet on Sunday.

She performed the ritual on the grid with her other son, Victhor, at the centre of a horseshoe of bowed heads that included Ferrari’s Leclerc, a close friend of Hubert, Lewis Hamilton and the rest of the grand prix cast.

On the grass verge stood the F2 drivers, friends and rivals of the dead man. 

They all dreamed of making it on to the F1 grid one day, but not in circumstances like these. 

Mick Schumacher was among them. His thin, pursed lips betrayed a hint of emotion as his father Michael’s occasionally did when he was still Superman.

It was impossible to discern Nathalie’s countenance, for sunglasses hid her eyes from the world. 

Father Francois was there when the horror unfolded and Juan-Manuel Correa drove right through the middle of his son’s Arden car at an estimated 257km/h. But he lay in the shadows while the helmet was borne.

Sir Jackie Stewart was out there on that pre-race grid. 

He has stood in churches and at race tracks, among distraught widows and grieving mothers, all over the world. 

There he was again, aged 80, amid a sadness that has rarely fallen on a younger generation.

The death of Francois Cevert, his team-mate and friend, brought forward by one race the Scot’s decision to retire in 1973. 

He has devoted decades to saving racers’ lives.

“It is very sad,” he said. 

“But it is something motor racing, unfortunately, must accept. It was a car losing control and another unavoidably driving into the side of it. 

“It was a motor racing incident. It was not because the barriers or the car were not up to the job.

“It says on the other side of the ticket: motorsport is dangerous.” 

That acceptance, widely held here among the fraternity, is why the Belgian Grand Prix had to go on.

Earlier in the day, a similar vigil was performed on the grid before the F3 race, the series Hubert won last season. 

It was then that Leclerc, a friend and contemporary dating back more than half their lifetimes, embraced Nathalie. He was visibly upset.

After his victory, Leclerc dedicated the triumph to Hubert, saying: “We lost a friend first of all. It is very difficult in these situations. I want to dedicate this win to Anthoine. 

“We have grown up together and my first race, when I was seven, was with Anthoine.”

Leclerc was not distracted when on lap 19 – the number Hubert’s car carried – the crowd stood and applauded. 

The memorials at Spa were writ large, from the black armbands team personnel wore to the words ‘Racing for Anthoine’, or similar, on each livery.

At Renault, where Hubert was a member of their young driver academy, the pain was intense. 

Alain Prost, who carried the mortal remains of his great rival Ayrton Senna on his last earthly journey at the funeral that brought Sao Paulo to a standstill, did some interviews in which his crumpled face told of his hurt.

“I pushed him in the academy, we were talking very often,” Prost said . 

“He was a nice kid, very intelligent, very clever, very curious. There are no words. He was too young to die.”

There were no guarantees that Hubert would have made it to F1 but he had tested with Renault earlier this year. 

Daniel Ricciardo, Renault’s lead F1 driver, considered withdrawing from the race.

He was seen with his head bowed and eyes closed throughout the entire minute’s silence for Hubert.

Ricciardo, who was friends with Jules Bianchi  – the last F1 driver to die in a racing accident – and competing on that day at Suzuka, said  he had to ask himself if he really wanted to compete, given what was going through his head.

“You question, is it really worth it?” he said. He finished 14th in Belgium after a first-lap collision ruined his race.

“At the end of the day it is a simple question but a pretty honest one as well.

“It’s our job and it’s our profession and it’s our life.”

The Perth-born driver looked emotional before the race, but revealed the sight of Hubert’s family gave him the strength to compete.

“To be honest, seeing some of his family here today that’s what gave me more strength than anything else,” he said.

“I could not imagine being in their position, I felt they were a lot stronger than any of us today.”

As well as the minute’s silence, fans rose to their feet and applauded for the entire 19th lap to mark the No 19 that Hubert ran in F2.

Leclerc, Anthoine’s Monegasque pal who lit the way, did not celebrate on the podium afterwards. He lifted the trophy in one hand and pointed to the sky with the other. Not a drop of champagne passed his lips.

Leclerc (21) had already lost his father, Herve, and his pal, Jules Bianchi -deserved his maiden win at the 34th attempt for his fortitude in life as much as for having come agonisingly close to victory several times already this season.

He kept his nerve as Hamilton closed in. 

Such was the preceding tumult that every time a car hit the buffers, deep breaths were inhaled. 

First, when Red Bull’s Max Verstappen found the barriers at the top of Eau Rouge, of all places. He walked away. 

Right at the end, Antonio Giovinazzi spectacularly pranged his Alfa Romeo. “I’m OK,” he said.

They usually are.

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Friends, family and colleagues gather to remember Anthoine Hubert.

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Bill Buys, probably Australia’s longest-serving motoring writer, has been at his craft for more than five decades. Athough motoring has always been in his DNA, he was also night crime reporter, foreign page editor and later chief reporter of the famed Rand Daily Mail. He’s twice been shot at, attacked by a rhinoceros and had several chilling experiences in aircraft. His experience includes stints in traffic law enforcement, motor racing and rallying and writing for a variety of local and international publications. He has covered countless events, ranging from world motor shows and Formula 1 Grands Prix to Targa tarmac and round-the-houses meetings. A motoring tragic, he has owned more than 90 cars. Somewhat of a nostalgic, he has a special interest in classic cars. He is the father of Targa star Robert Buys, who often adds his expertise to Bill’s reviews.