The championship has been in great form in recent years, with multiple drivers all capable of rally wins, but that’s not been matched by the official WRC games. I adore this sport and after a visit to WRC Sweden earlier this year, I am more besotted than ever. This is spectating the WRC and it’s my idea of heaven. I’m so taken aback I lose my footing and stumble onto my backside. As he flies by me at around 100 mph – on sheet ice, I might add – the rear of the car skims the bank I am stood on and flings a cloud of snow into my face. Rapidly approaching, Ott flings the car with little regard for potential consequences at a right-handed kink without lifting off the throttle. Then Ott Tänak and Martin Järveoja appear broadside in their Toyota Yaris from a fast left-hand corner 200 yards in front of me. The buzzing slowly becomes a growl, something is very angry and getting closer.
It’s been a two-hour walk through the Swedish wilderness at dawn to arrive here, but where ‘here’ exactly is I’m not too sure.
I can just about feel my legs thanks to four layers of clothing.
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