I was back at Goodwood in 2012, this time partnering Martin Brundle, and also suffering an attack of nerves. Should I be here? What am I doing? Why am I putting myself under this pressure? Martin had put us on pole, but those nerves got the better of me and I rather stupidly ran wide halfway round the first lap and spun on the grass. By the time I got going again, I was right at the back of the field.
