I was at an event last week where a lot of people turned up in a stack of wonderful cars. But as my eyes roamed around a car park full of Porsches, McLarens and Ferraris they came to rest on one and then would not leave. This was a car with family saloon underpinnings and a face so ugly it was known as ‘Il Mostro’. It wasn’t very fast and sales were even slower. And yet from the moment I first laid eyes on one over 30 years ago, I have loved the Alfa Romeo SZ.