The overriding thought going through my head at 14.50 BST on Sunday afternoon did not involve the possibility of team orders at McLaren, far from it.

All I could really think of was why I had wasted one-hundred minutes of my life watching a 'race' which had been decided in the opening seconds.

Sadly, I could not simply put it down to experience, open a beer and find something decent to watch on the TV, for I still had to do the hundred and one things that have to be done after every Grand Prix; the team press releases, the stats, the pictures, the newsletter, the championship standings.

The Pitpass Grand Prix Sunday routine got underway, to the sounds of The Velvet Underground, Creedence Clearwater Revival, Jimi Hendrix, Ian Hunter, Cream, Alex Harvey… as it always does.

As I got on with the routine, which saw me working for the next six or seven hours, I often thought about the race I had just witnessed, and not once, not once, did I find myself thinking that McLaren had done anything untoward.

What I did find myself thinking about was the total impracticality of F1 racing at Monaco, and the fact that if this were a race around alongside the seafront at Blackpool or Skegness Bernie would have pulled it from the calendar many, many years ago.

However, the fact is that this is Monaco, the so-called 'jewel in Formula One's crown', and no matter what fate (better known as Mr E) has in store for Silverstone, Magny-Cours or any other circuit on the calendar, Monaco will never be in doubt, not unless the Grimaldi's say so.

When Lewis tucked in behind Alonso - for whatever reason - the race was decided. Though we had the timing screens to keep us (reliably) informed of the gap between the two McLaren drivers, the end result - barring a technical failure or an incident involving a back-marker - was never in question.

No-one else could come anywhere near the pace set by the leaders, Felipe Massa giving up the ghost quite early on, and being lucky not to be lapped by the 'Woking steamroller'.

Out front, the two silver cars gave a Monaco master-class, as the Woking team has done so many times before.

Of course, the British media had already worked itself into a frenzy, convinced that Monaco would witness Lewis Hamilton take his rightful place at the top of the podium, however, the English youngster's fate was sealed the previous afternoon, when he was beaten to pole position by his teammate. Had Lewis taken pole, it is entirely possible that Fernando would have tucked in behind him in the run up to Ste Devote next day.

And if that had been the case, would we have heard a similar outcry regarding team orders and result fixing, would the British media have been as up in arms had Alonso been "ushered" to victory, would we have heard how team tactics had tore at Alonso's heart? I think not.

What saddens me, far more than having wasted those one hundred minutes of my life on Sunday, is the outcry, and the subsequent reaction of the FIA, which is to investigate the result.

Instead of McLaren being allowed to celebrate a convincing and thoroughly deserved victory, its landmark one-hundred and fiftieth Grand Prix win - the team is having to defend itself, accused of breaking the rules, of fixing the result.