He didn’t have to wait long.
Moss crashed spectacularly into the Heath Robinson arrangement of telegraph poles and sandbags at the Chicane on lap four, and Collins, swerving in avoidance, hit the barriers on the opposite side of the track, sending yet more poles skyward.
“At that moment I arrived on the scene,” wrote Fangio. “I saw posts, torn up by the two cars, rolling in a haphazard way towards the centre of the track. I managed to brake just enough to arrive in the middle of that confusion at no more than walking pace. My right wheels went over a post, jolting the Maserati, but nothing more.”
Those behind found the track blocked by “a sort of level crossing”. Tony Brooks came almost to a standstill, and Mike Hawthorn, caught unawares, swiped off his Ferrari’s right-front corner – tyre, wheel and brake drum bounding into the Med – against the Vanwall’s left-rear before slithering over the tail of team-mate Collins’ car and perching precariously at the harbour’s edge.
Moss, nose broken by the steering wheel, elbows bruised by the cockpit’s sides, was adamant that his front brakes had failed, but a post-race inspection of the car found nothing untoward.