Shergar: He could have gone on to win the Derby numerous times, but had a tendency to lose the head.
Dawn Run: The whole of Ireland cried when the mare met her death at Auteuil. We though she might be beginning to get up at one stage, but she wasn’t.
The Thinker: The 1987 Cheltenham Gold Cup winner wasn’t thinking hard enough when he approached the fence that killed him.
One Man: The people’s favourite, Claire Balding’s tears when the news came through expressed the grief that the whle of the racing world felt at the demise of a champion.
Suave Dancer: Ran like lightning, killed, ironically by lightning at the height of his siring powers.
Gloria Victis: Could have been a champion, but this novice’s glorious career in waiting was cruelly cut short at Cheltenham in 2000.
Best Mate: If AP McCoy was the punter’s friend, Best Mate was their best mate.
Cabernet Sauvignon: A fine horse, sickeningly treated by irresponsible owners drunk on their own power.
Synchronised: The 2012 Cheltenham Gold Cup winner couldn’t be stopped and died doing what he loved best.
Cabarnet Sauvignon was a beautiful specimen with an exceptionally beautiful soul. The only small consolation I took from his passing was to imagine the shit streaming down his owner’s face as he wept uncontrollably.
Picked up a local racing paper over here last weekend and it had the race cards for all the Point to Points in England on Easter Monday, was surprised and delighted to see that Lough Derg and My Way De Solzen are still racing. Two horses I had a lot of time
Flyingbolt… better than Arkle according to the lads the rode out for Tom Dreaper.
Won the Champion Chase, came out the next day and was 2nd in the Champion Hurdle. Then couple of weeks later won the Irish National carrying 12st7lb giving THREE FUCKING STONE to the runner up.
That’s a horse.
