Jonbon, head cocked, the first time he’s picked up his lunch pale, ticking the boxes on his way to stardom…
Tommy’s Oscar for the sheep farmers, the Hamiltons, it’s everybody’s game…
Kevin Brogan and Phoenix Way, timing like Timex, arriving strides to the line, ticks of the clock…
Charlie Deutsch holding and cajoling, saving and salving for 3 3/16 miles on high weight Royal Pagaille to win another Peter Marsh…
Tiger Roll looms and fades, glimmers of the flickering light…
Twelve-year-old Yala Enki on his shield from the start, three Portman Cups in the bank…
The Skeltons, that’s three, so far…
Jockeys on the ground six from home at Navan, one private first class scrambles to his feet and grabs the reins of his downed comrade’s horse, ‘OK, mate…?’…
Jockeys standing at the last of the Clarence House, just to catch the buzz…Energumene puts them to the sword…Shishkin pecks…the crowd gasps…First Flow hangs tough…Shishkin looms…under pressure…imploring…finding…one to go…all down to strides… Energumene scouring…Shishkin lowering…the clash of the day…the race of the season.
Saturday friends. Saturday heroes. All.
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Watch the race of the season: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v6088w8Sqnw
