Gold Cup Friday

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Last day of Cheltenham. A strange, surreal Cheltenham. Juggling a house renovation, Zoom calls about business, Miles’ breakfast, laundry…with accumulators, tips, touts, Zoom calls about horses and races every 35 minutes. Hopefully, this won’t happen again. 

Seventy wins for Nicky Henderson. Chantry House picking up where Envoi Allen went down. Nico de Boinville aboard Chantry House, “Trust in the Governor.”

Seeing the once-undefeated Envoi Allen standing up, ears up, after his first mistake made the day. Jack Kennedy walking back, a long, lonely walk back up that hill. There will be more days for both.

Rachael at her imperious best. My dad calls and we talk racing, he simply calls her Rachael…Rachael had a fall today…Rachael won two today…I saw Rachael ride a chaser the other day…hands of gold, mind of steel. 

Danny Mullins, a spare ride aboard Flooring Porter in the Stayers’ Hurdle, a ride picked up that morning when jockey Jonathan Moore knew he couldn’t do it because of the pain from a weekend fall. Moore tried, then handed his best horse to Mullins who handed a ride of his life, silks blown out in three buttons, winning his first Cheltenham, a pump of the fist, an anvil lifted. Moore was there at the top of the hill to greet his horse, his replacement. Bitter. Sweet. He handled it with aplomb and grace. 

Oh, just a few from yesterday.

Today, it’s the Gold Cup. Paul Townend at the wheel as Al Boum Photo tries to become legend. One more ride on the ride of our lives. 

Cheltenham. The chalice. The chapel. 

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