​The debate in the Racing Post today is why Galopin Des Champs in not universally loved. Given that he has achieved far more than Constitution Hill, who is adored by the public, it is surprising that this is a topic of conversation six-weeks away from his impending coronation as a three-times winner of the Blue Riband race in National Hunt’s racing calendar. While the Henderson superstar has won only one Champion Hurdle compared to Closutton’s superstar having won two Gold Cup, with a third awaiting his arrival at Cheltenham in March, you would have thought that Galopin would be the more treasured of the two.
The reason for the disparity in affection is simple, at least to me. Galopin only makes one visit to British shores each season. It was the same with Arkle, though less so. At the beginning, while we in this country believed in Mill House we had the successor to Golden Miller, ‘Himself’ was adored more in his homeland than here. Here (Britain) Arkle was the usurper. He came, he saw, he conquered, and, worst of all, he took both our dreams away with him and our reputations for recognising a superstar when we saw it. Arkle became the superstar soon enough, while Mill House became loved for forever getting up off the floor in vain attempts to rekindle the aura of mightiness he had established by winning the Gold Cup aged only six, before Arkle put him firmly in his place. And when he defied the darkening of his career by winning the 1967 Whitbread Gold Cup – ‘grown men had tears in their eyes’, David Nicholson, his rider that day, is reported as saying – he was the most popular winner of the season.
Arkle cemented his popularity by racing as often in England as he did in Ireland. If Willie Mullins was to be bolder and less tied to traditions of his own making and brought Galopin to Kempton on Boxing Day or even attempted ‘an Arkle’ and tried Galopin in a handicap, the former Hennessey or Whitbread, I am sure his popularity would surge. Not that Willie Mullins ever will allow sentiment or a need to have the British racing public send his great horse birthday cards and boxes of polo-mints, to affect what he thinks is right for the horse and his lucky owners.
I will always contend that the affection thought to have flowed toward Best Mate was not so much for him, as again we just did not see him often enough on the racecourse for a bond to develop as intangible and magical as we had with Desert Orchid but for Henrietta and Terry, the ageing sweethearts. They were the story, the fact that in effect Henrietta’s love had saved Terry’s life when he was all but a wasted rose. Terry, as with Mill House, was peeled off the canvas and once again the public could think of him as the dashing buccaneer of a jockey that was his reputation.
Galopin Des Champs will inevitably become one of the few in six-weeks-time, joining Best Mate on a roll of honour that is short on numbers and which is adorned by Arkle and Cottage Rake and towered over, statistically, by Golden Miller’s five Gold Cups, even though back then the Gold Cup was nothing more than a glorified Grand National trial.

On the topic of Golden Miller. One of the races at the Cheltenham Festival – I believe it might have been the now cancelled intermediate novice chase – apparently had as its registered title ‘The Golden Miller’. I am not sure how this honours one of the sport’s greatest steeplechasers, when no one, as far as I am aware, ever used his name in relation to a race that has had so many sponsors over the years it would make a good quiz question if anyone could name at least three of them. Golden Miller won five Cheltenham Gold Cups, no matter the lesser esteem it was held in during his lifetime. He is also the only horse to have won a Grand National and a Gold Cup in the same year. To my mind he is equal of the honour of immortality as Arkle. We have the ‘Arkle’ and we should have the ‘Golden Miller’, and I would suggest the 3-mile novice chase, presently going under the title of the ‘Brown Advisory’, not that I know who or what Brown Advisory do for a living. As I said many times, this race would benefit the sport and whichever sponsor takes it under their wing if it were advertised as The Golden Miller Novice Chase, presented to you by Brown Advisory, followed by a short description of the sponsor.
Also, while writing about Golden Miller. Basil Briscoe, who trained the great horse to his Grand National victory and four of his Gold Cups – he was owned by the mercurial Dorothy Paget – wrote a really terrible book about the horse, though mainly about himself, ‘The Life of Golden Miller’. We have so many top-notch writers in this country, many who earn their crust writing for the Racing Post, I would implore one of these people to write a book about the horse and the racing times in which he lived. Ivor Herbert wrote commendable books on the life of both Arkle and Red Rum, and other great horses like Sea Pigeon, Monksfield and Moscow Flyer have had equally splendid accounts of their lives published. But as with Persian War, another dreadful book, Golden Miller languishes in history as unloved and unremembered as it seems Galopin Des Champs might be in 75-years time. As with Red Rum’s three Grand National wins, Golden Miller holds a unique place in National Hunt history. He at the very least deserves his name enshrined in a race at the Cheltenham Festival and for a good writer to write good account of his life.

​Remember the name, Burns, claims seven, Nicola Burns. Whether she goes on to become the Holly Doyle of Irish racing we will have to wait and see. Talent can sometimes be negated by bad luck or, when it comes to females, sexism. From 57 career rides she has already achieved 9 winners, which is pretty good statistics for a young lass not long from gaining her leaving certs.
I write, as normal, in ignorance of the girl. I have never seen her ride and do not know which stable she is attached to. Her father trains, indeed her first winner was for him, but that may be too quick an assumption. I know from a quick bit of research that she has ridden for 29 different trainers already, winning for 7 of them, so my instinct for spotting rising stars can be backed up by evidence that professionals are also seeing something in her.
I mention Nicola Burns as I believe Ireland needs a stronger female perspective in the riding ranks. Rachael Blackmore is 35; she will not be adorning the weigh room for many more years and in National Hunt there is literally no other female professional within a leap year of her. In fact, you have to look to female-only races to find a female who rides winners over jumps in Ireland. Through no fault of her own, Rachael’s magnificent career will leave no legacy of female participation when it comes to jockeys. Which is mad when you consider that before her both Katy Walsh and Nina Carberry were revered as two of the best amateur riders of modern times.

Gordon Elliott has not exactly turned his back on the Dublin Racing Festival but in keeping Brighterdaysahead, Gerri Colombe and a few of his other top horses for the Cheltenham Festival, is he gifting so many Grade 1’s to his arch-rival, Willie Mullin, or should it be the other way around? Perhaps Elliott is the arch-rival of Mullins. But is he a rival at all? Anyway, to get back on point. Is he conceding the trainers’ championship. Unlikely as it seems given the history of the Irish trainers’ championship for the past fifteen-years, Elliott is still top of the table, which must be quite original for Mullins not be leading the way as we close in on February.
Gordon greatest ambition, I should imagine, is to be champion trainer in Ireland. He has won 3-Nationals, with one of them being a proper Grand National with Silver Birch, and he has a Cheltenham Gold Cup in the bag. But he has never finished in front of Mullins in the trainers’ table. He has been mugged at the finishing line, when Mullins had to win practically every race at the Punchestown Festival to beat him and achieved the fete.
So why has he keeping his big guns at home and leaving Mullins to go 3, 4, 5 or 6-handed on Saturday and Sunday to mop-up all the money on offer? By Sunday night, Mullins will undoubtedly leap-frog Elliott and go on to win his zillionth trainers’ title.

A study carried out on behalf of British dressage, the other equestrian sports, the Pony Club, the B.H.A. and Horse Welfare, has thrown-up some predictable results. But that does not mean professional horse racing folk should sneer at the results or take the attitude of ‘what do they know’? Those who took part in the survey expressed concerns about injuries and fatalities in horse-related sports, which everyone who cares for horses would agree with, and the after-care of horses when they are retired. A subject, at long last, British racing is addressing and which can only be improved upon year-by-year now that the auction houses, along with buyers and sellers, are contributing £12 per horse sold at auction to R.o.R. This was my idea and I will keep saying it as it is singularly my proudest achievement. If I wanted the expense of a gravestone, I would have it engraved in gold along with my name.
49% of respondents were either ‘not at all accepting’ of the whip in racing or only ‘slightly accepted’ its use. As I have said many times, and in many ways, as someone who does not live amongst racing folk, the whip, along with fatalities, something we could only abolish if we stopped breeding thoroughbreds and closed every racecourse, putting thousands of people out of work, was of greatest concern. We can do something about the whip, though, and perhaps edge that 49% into acceptance of our sport. For the sake of all those people who earn a wage from horse racing, and for the sake of the horses we very nearly worship, why are we not urging from within to have the B.H.A. trial no-whip races or ‘one-hit and that’s it’, my preferred option, so we can at least have data to argue the case one way or the other.
Oh, in case Matt Chapman either reads this or is told about my views – shut-up, this is not about who can shout the loudest, this is about the survival of the sport. No hit racing would be a small sacrifice if it allowed the 49% to become 1%.

​The headline on the front page of the Racing Post this morning should have been the injury to The Jukebox Man that rules him out for the rest of the season, thus reducing by one the number of winners British trainers might accumulate at the Cheltenham Festival this year. That it was not on the front page, I can only assume is because the news came in too late to change the set-up of the cover page. Personally, even though I have no personal involvement with the horse, it is a disappointment, for Harry Redknapp and the two Bens, Pauling and Jones, it will be gut-wrenching. It is not, thankfully, a career-ending injury and though the exact injury sustained was not made known, I can only guess that it is only a strain or cut injury, though it will make life much more complicated for the trainer next season. With only two novice chases behind him, and here Ruby Walsh is 100% correct, next season he will have to take on graded horses from the get-go and with the conservative approach taken by modern trainers, if he gets to the Gold Cup in 2026, he might have to try and win it with only two further chase efforts to his name. Mister Coffey, for example, one of my favourite horses in training, after dozens of chase efforts, including leading the National field for a long way, remains eligible for novice chases. Yet a horse with only two runs, or even a single novice chase, the previous season, is ineligible for novice chases. Perhaps some novice chases should become ‘winners of one’ and ‘winners of two’, to allow the likes of The Jukebox Man or Indiana Dream the opportunity to learn their craft in less exulted waters before upgrading to graded races.

Peter Saville and his ban of mercenaries have called off their interview ban due to take place at Sandown this Saturday, though it is only fifty-fifty the course will be fit for racing. The trainers have few, if any, allies in this dispute. It seems a silly sticking point, given the trainers claim not to want to benefit financially from t.v. interviews but wish the fee to go elsewhere, perhaps to charity, perhaps to a trainers’ benevolent fund, suggesting the subject has not exactly been given a whole lot of thought. Hopefully, the sponsors of Skelton’s yard, will whisper in his ear that not only will Dan be losing the marketing opportunity by staying stumm, so will they, and Dan would not want to lose that particular income stream, would he? A couple of seasons ago I labelled Dan Skelton ‘Super-Fresh’ due to his belief that Protektorat needed to be ‘super-fresh’ to be at his best. Of course, he was proved wrong. Now perhaps I should label him Dan ‘Super-Silent’ Skelton.

The National entries were published yesterday and instead of being childishly excited to discover which horses were entered, as was my reaction until a few years ago, my reaction this morning was ‘that time of year already.’ The anticipation has dulled, which is sad. I wonder if it is the same with others? It was always the first entry stage, looking for surprise entries, that gripped my fascination, not publication of the weights, since nowadays it is all, more or less, based on ratings, with no horse, these days, thrown-in at the weights. We all know I Am Maximus will be top weight and Mr.Vango will struggle to get into the race, even though he looks purpose-made it.
For academic purposes, apart from Mr.Vango, the four that initially leapt off the page were Gentelmansgame, Broadway Boy, L’Homme Presse and Kandoo Kid. The mark against Gentlemansgame, as with the similarly named Bravemansgame, is that I am of the opinion he is a weak finisher. I very much doubt L’Homme Presse will line-up, nor Royal Pagaille, for that matter, a horse I used to think was ‘more National horse than Gold Cup horse’. I no longer think that. Kandoo Kid looks the right sort. I just wish we had seen him since Newbury. This time last season, I thought Broadway Boy would develop into a Gold Cup horse and he has not, with his ever-optimistic trainer Nigel Twiston-Davies not even giving him a tentative entry this time around. It seems it is Aintree for Broadway Boy and he is my big hope for a British victory this time around.

​The career of Rachael Blackmore is on the downslide, apparently. She is 35 and suffering her worst year in the saddle since being appointed stable jockey to the powerful Henry de Bromhead stable. Tenth in the jockeys’ championship is not where she has been for the past five-years and I dare say she is not happy with how her season is progressing.
The truth of the matter is that the de Bromhead team were operating at 25% or more whilst Blackmore was injured and Darragh O’Keeffe benefitted from her absence. At one time, before the Mullins team got into full swing, allowing Paul Townend to become dominant once more, O’Keeffe led the jockeys’ championship table with fifty-winners; he too has slowed since the New Year, even though he receives far more outside rides than Blackmore.
The magical days may be behind her but that does not equate to her career coming to a halt. The de Bromhead stable always come alive in March and that may yet happen this season and Blackmore will go home with a few more Grade 1’s to her name. What does concern me, though, and no one on the Racing Post staff has provided any insight into the matter, is that she no longer rides the Robcour horses with de Bromhead, with O’Keeffe even coming over to Windsor to ride Journey With Me when Blackmore was there riding another of the de Bromhead horses.

Experts, what do they know? When it comes to horse racing, we are all analysts, from punters to journalists, from top professionals to people like me, someone with an opinion. It just seems to me the height of absurdity when a Racing Post ‘analyst’ more or less tells someone of Venetia Williams’ reputation that she has seriously erred not entering L’Homme Presse in the Ryanair as in his or her opinion the horse has no chance in the Gold Cup and on heavy ground might sluice-up in the lesser race. Yes, I am a hypocrite, having suggested Stage Star should be supplemented for the Gold Cup when Paul Nicholls obviously believes going back to Cheltenham would be a poor decision, with Aintree the target after his good effort in the Cotswold Chase. Of course, as long as L’Homme Presse does not run in the Ryanair and Stage Star is not supplemented for the Gold Cup, neither of us can be proved wrong and claim things might have been different if our advice had been taken.

The Racing Post is conducting another punting survey. As I do not punt, I shall not be putting in my two-pennies worth. People who bet should fill out the form, though, as it is an opportunity to have your say. It might help sway either government opinion or those who sit in ignorance on the Gambling Commission.

Ben Brookhouse and David Evans have been hauled over the coals for giving horses medication they should not have done or at least not keeping a record of the medication they have used. The former was fined £1,700 and the latter £1,500. As Peter Scargill in his column in the Racing Post commented, you would think there should be a B.H.A. nationwide data base which trainers were obliged to update all medications and medical procedures concerning the horses in their care. Surprisingly, and someone of his experience – buyer of horses and son of a trainer - is mystified why the medical history of each horse is considered the property of the owner and need not be disclosed when the horse is sold. This is yet another area of the sport where the B.H.A. needs to be nudged towards getting its act together, if only to protect the sport from bad publicity when horses are found with illegal substances in their bloodstream.
How can the B.H.A. exercise good governance if it is unaware of the medications being used in stables that they themselves licence as fit and proper for the training of racehorses. It seem to me to be ridiculous that a trainer must make the B.H.A. aware when a horse has a wind-op, with that information published on race-cards, yet they, and the public, are in the dark when it comes to what medications are being used, even for legitimate purposes.

I continue to be annoyed by people, all of whom should know better, conflating the potential of Constitution Hill with legends of the sport, as with Malcom Wallace, a man of notable reputation, aligning in a letter to the Racing Post the error by Constitution Hill at the last hurdle in the Unibet, with Arkle’s horrendous destruction of a fence on the way to him winning the Gold Cup. The only similarity is that both races were a doddle for both and both created a ‘heart in mouth’ moment. Arkle, as I keep reminding people, is the greatest horse to ever grace a racecourse, while I could name half-a-dozen or more hurdlers who achieved far more in their careers than Constitution Hill has yet to achieve. He is, I freely admit, a wonderful racehorse but one Champion Hurdle doth not make a legend. When he retires, then we can judge his status. At the moment, he possesses the potential for greatness. But he is not there yet. So just stop comparisons with horses that are legends and hurdles who strutted their greatness in what is recognised as ‘the golden age’ of hurdlers.

​Although I believe trainers are behaving like spoilt brats in wanting to be paid for t.v. interviews, I also believe the sport should provide as much help as is necessary in order to give the owners who employ them as much enjoyment and interest as can be allowed.
Writing in the Racing Post today, Sandy Thompson makes a plea for racecourses to put on schooling days so that trainers can give young horses experience of the racecourse without the stress and exertion of an actual race. I do not think this is too big an ask.
The tired cliché ‘we must do it for the children’ could be applied in this instance. The future of our sport lies with the quality of the young horses coming through the ranks; it is why we have bumpers, of course. In Ireland, a country we should aspire to be equal to, they go further than just having a bumper at the majority of their National Hunt fixtures, they also have a regular supply of ‘schooling days’, where trainers can pay for the privilege of running horses in non-competitive races, a boon, I should imagine, when their gallops are under water.
Though I would not advocate ‘schooling races’ as it would take horses away from actual races and further limit numbers and competitiveness, I do think racecourse clerks might think about staging schooling sessions before or after racing. Or if, for example, a trainer was keen to work one of the equine stars, for example Sir Gino or Constitution Hill, a session might be organised mid-meeting, a highlight for what might otherwise be a very ordinary day’s racing.
Of course, clerks cry, ‘we cannot allow the course to be poached on a day when we are racing’. Good point, yet my answer is simple. A six-race card with five hurdle races and a bumper, would allow trainers to school over fences. Or a six-race card featuring five chases and a bumper, would allow trainers to school over hurdles. Or when a racecourse has wide fences, a portion of the fences could be dolled-off to prevent the racing line being galloped on.
Schooling sessions before racing would allow owners to see far more of their horses than when they attend a stable to see their horses school or gallop, and such days would be a fillip of interest to racegoers. Extra bang for their buck, as it were. Also, trainers would pay the racecourse for using their facilities. And, as Nicky Henderson has reiterated, taking Jonbon to Newbury for a trip in the lorry and a walk around the paddock is always beneficial to his mental well-being. If it works for Jonbon, it should also be beneficial for the mentality of any young horse.
Ireland is bettering us in most departments at the moment. We just need to be a bit more savvy about admitting doing things differently is not aiding our revival.

How anyone could get excited about Anzadam as a threat to Constitution Hill on the back of two wins in races a leap year away from being competitive is beyond me and I was pleased to hear Willie Mullins having second thoughts about taking the horse to the Champion Hurdle. He is undoubtedly a nice prospect and Willie, being the clever man he is, is considering the future for the horse, with novice chasing next season more likely than staying over hurdles.
Dancing City, on the other hand, is a horse to look forward to. Never flashy, just does enough to win and no more. You would never know if he has more ability and stamina than Ballyburn. Indeed, a would not be a bit surprised if Willie persuades the owners of Ballyburn to stay their hand this year and skip Cheltenham for races over a lesser distance at Aintree and Punchestown.

Also pleased to see that Dan Skelton has seen the light and backed away from running Grey Dawning in the Cheltenham Gold Cup. The horse is not Gold Cup class, though he might beat Gold Cup horses after they have run in a Gold Cup and when Grey Dawning is fresher through having a quiet March. That means we are down to 4 British trained entries, though Grey Dawning will be left in the Gold Cup for now – just in case, I should imagine, Galopin Des Champs suffers a setback prior to Cheltenham. If only Paul Nicholls would consider supplementing Stage Star as he certainly was not stopping up the hill at Cheltenham last weekend and anywhere L’Homme Presse finishes in the Gold Cup, Stage Star should be close on his tail.

​Paul Nicholls, Nicky Henderson and Dan Skelton, to give but three examples, are all successful in their chosen careers and with that success comes a certain level of wealth that goes far beyond what any of their staff could hope to achieve. I am not suggesting that Nicholls, Henderson and Skelton are anything other than admirable assets to the sport but to take the attitude ‘it’s not fair jockeys get paid for interviews yet we do not’, sob sob, does them no favours with the racing public, I suggest.
T.V. interviews with trainers represent opportunity for the trainer, especially the young and up-and-coming trainer, to market their business to a large audience. Companies would pay big bucks for the opportunity to appear live on television to advertise their wares or services. When a trainer wins a race valued at six-figures to the winning owner, he or she receives a little under 10%, that is £10,000. Are you telling me they need an extra bung just for a two-minute interview that rarely informs the viewer of anything that is not already in the public domain?
The simple solution to this dispute is for both the racing channels and I.T.V. to stop asking trainers for interviews. To block-off this avenue of self-promotion.

It should be remembered that even the mighty Arkle fluffed his lines occasionally. In his first major test in the 1963 Hennessey Gold Cup, he ploughed through the 3rd-last, which led to him losing his unbeaten record over fences and giving me and everyone in the Mill House camp the false impression the greatest steeplechaser since Golden Miller lived in Lambourn. Kauto Star also had a thing early in his career about bashing the final fence in order to get the attention of everyone present. So, the disagreement between Constitution Hill and Nico de Boinville is of no real concern for his Champion Hurdle bid in March. Nico thought it his fault and apologised to everyone afterwards. I suspect Constitution Hill thought it Nico’s fault as well, not that he had a bother on him when he pulled up. Apparently, Nico suggested the trainer, instead of giving him an easy day today, get Constitution Hill back on the gallops as in his opinion the horse was too fresh. 
At the top of the hill, the horse was travelling so easily I thought he would win a furlong, so three-lengths, with such modest opposition, was a bit of an anti-climax. In chasing down Brighterdaysahead in March, he will not have the luxury of fluffing the last if he is to regain the Champion Hurdle crown.

On yesterday’s showing, with Gentlemansgame 16-lengths in arrears, I believe L’Homme Presse’s form is a few pounds better than last year. Charlie Deutsch was not hard on the horse from the last, winning cosily from a good horse in Stage Star, a horse who obviously benefitted from stepping up in distance. It was mentioned after the race that Paul Nicholls might skip the Festival with Stage Star and head to Aintree, whereas my initial thought was to consider supplementing for the Gold Cup, especially if it looks like only eight or nine going to post. After Galopin Des Champs, the race for second could involve any one of half-a-dozen horses, and if Galopin falls or fails to fire, the race becomes wide open. Would Stage Star get the Gold Cup distance? No one knows; only running him will answer the question.

East India Dock will win the Triumph. I was more impressed with him than with Lulamba last week. Today, Willie Mullins takes the wraps off Charlus. Being a Closutton inmate, if he were to win doing handstands, he might be favourite for the Triumph by nightfall. But as of now, East India Dock would be my pick.

​For a long long time, I felt the paperback edition of Ivor Herbert’s biography of Arkle was letting down the memory of our greatest-ever racehorse, especially as Herbert’s biography or Red Rum, Basil Briscoe’s book on Golden Miller, as well as all the other books on great racehorses are all hardbook editions, some on them close to pristine, including the books on Flying Ace and Baulking Green. A few weeks ago, I decided something had to be done as this unworthy paperback was bringing shame on my small racing library. This is how I bought a first edition of ‘The Full Story of the Champion. Arkle’ by Ivor Herbert from ‘Ways of Newmarket’. It is a book that purports to bring the story of Arkle to completeness, though how it differs from its first manifestation I cannot say. It does though restore respectability to my racing library.
The story ends, of course, with the death of the great horse after only a few years of happy retirement. The vets who tended to Arkle both when in training with Tom Dreaper and at Bryanstown, one of the homes of the Duchess of Westminster, are unsure exactly what took away his mobility, with brucellosis suspected but never confirmed. Whatever the cause, reading the final pages of the book – his end came on Sunday 31st May 1970 – still evokes deep sadness in me, with tears not far from surfacing. Gosh, was it nearly 35-years ago?
The legend of Arkle will live on as long as horse racing continues to exist in Britain and Ireland, though no one born now or in the future will see his like again. Those who were adults at the time of Arkle’s supremacy were indeed fortunate to be able to witness him first-hand in the flesh and appreciate him for the super equine hero he was. For someone like me, only 9-years of age when he won his first Gold Cup, the conqueror of Mill House, he was the anti-hero at the time, and it was only when I began to understand the sport that I appreciated his achievements. Kauto Star was magnificent but wss he still rated 3-stone superior to every other horse in training when he retired as Arkle was?
Arkle remains the one true equine god of our sport, far ahead of Frankel, with only Desert Orchid and Red Rum able to hold a candle to him. The Irish racing authorities should consider instigating an ‘Arkle Day’, perhaps on the 31st of May each year, to celebrate the achievements of its greatest racehorse, his human connections, the Duchess, Tom Dreaper, Pat Taaffe and Johnney Lumley, his groom while in training. Lest we forget!

To more humdrum matters. Peter Savill who does much good for the sport has created the Professional Racing Association, the membership of which includes racehorse trainers who believe they are being taken advantage of by racing broadcasters. Jockeys are paid for interviews through payments to their riders’ insurance scheme. Trainers are not paid for interviews.
What irks me about this brooding dispute is that many of our trainers are wealthy individuals and cannot claim to be in need of new income streams. That said, the likes of Henderson and Nicholls have to be complimented on being open and honest with the public through interviews with not only racing t.v. broadcasters but with the many podcasters that exist these days. So why muddy the waters at a time when the sport is on its uppers and is damn fortunate to have the limelight of satellite and terrestrial coverage.
Interviews are an opportunity for trainers, large and small, to promote their businesses, for prospective owners to get to know a trainer from afar, which is especially true for the younger trainer setting-up or the smaller trainer experiencing perhaps a first major victory. Surely the 10% of prize-money that goes to a winning trainer is reward enough without going cap-in-hand for a few crumbs more? Refusing to do interviews will not be a good look for trainers dressed in Harris Tweed, with a big Mercedes parked in the car park!
This has the potential to be a ‘please, sir, can I have more’ sort of scrap, especially coming up to the Cheltenham Festival, the sport could do without.

Cheltenham Trials Day today. Constitution Hill will be on exhibition duty today as his four rivals have not a cat-in-hells-chance of laying a glove on him. Lossiemouth, as I suspected, is a non-runner due to travel issues. While it is always a joy to see Constitution Hill, the focus of my eye today will be on L’Homme Presse, our only hope, vain as it might be, of being in the shake-up in the Gold Cup this season. I hope he wins and wins snugly. Gentlemansgame ran a solid race on St. Stephen’s Day behind Galopin Des Champs and is good form line as to whether L’Homme Presse has improved a few pounds since last season. Crossed-fingers that the in and out form of Venetia’s stable just recently proves more in than out and L’Homme Presse wins stylishly enough for his odds for March to shorten a point or two.

​Palladium duly won on his debut over hurdles yesterday. It was not a comprehensive demonstration of his ability, with the runner-up looking equally likely to go on to better things, but by all accounts he enjoyed the experience and being an entire in need of more graft than a gelding, Nicky Henderson believes a harder work schedule will bring him on enormously. He certainly provided a narrative for a sleepy racing day in Britain. Ireland, of course, had the Thyestes Chase, one of their most prestigious handicap chases of the season won, inevitably, by a Willie Mullins trained horse, Nick Rocket under a great ride by Paul Townend.
The Racing Post dragged-up the names of four horses who sold for mega-money in their time and who all failed to live up to their purchase price, though in the course of time including the name of Caldwell Potter might prove misplaced as I am of the opinion that the horse is yet to run over a distance of ground to see him at his best. To me, and who I am to go against the opinions of Cobden and Nicholls, Caldwell Potter is a 3-mile horse as all he does is gallop. His time, I predict, will come when Nicholls and co come to their senses.
Royal Rosa and Interconnected were duds, as it turned out. But Garde Champetre went on, once he was sent to Enda Bolger, who quickly realised the horse wanted a distance of ground, to win numerous times at the Cheltenham Festival and when J.P. McManus was confronted by a journalist on the huge price-tag that came with the horse, replied succinctly. ‘A Cheltenham Festival winner is always cheaply bought.’
Jonbon also cost J.P. a King’s ransom but, unlike every other overly-expensive bought National Hunt horse, he has gone on to win back every penny of the £670,000 it took J.P. to acquire him, with his present total of prize-money won over a million-quid.
What I do not get about the 1.4-million smackaroos paid for Palladium is what, if it is only intended to be a short hurdling career, with the Hardwick at Royal Ascot being his main target, followed by a stallion career, is the point of risking him over hurdles? If he were to add the Adonis at Kempton and the Triumph Hurdle to his c.v., he would be repaying only a small percentage of that whopping sum he cost Lady Bamford.
Are they preparing for failure? If he cannot win the Hardwick or a similar race, he might stand at stud as a National Hunt stallion, his victories over hurdles a dance card few other National Hunt stallions can boast? Let us say that he wins the Triumph Hurdle with his head in his chest, will they be tempted to keep him training with Nicky Henderson for a crack at the Champion Hurdle in 2026?
To me, no matter how good over hurdles he might turn out to be, Palladium is not a boost to the sport. At best, if they keep to Plan A, he is going to be a shooting star, here one day, lost to us the next. Although I have a great liking for Lady Bamford, in many ways I hope, if the Triumph is to return to Seven Barrows this season, that Lulamba is the winner, as at least he will still be in training next season.

On Wednesdaylast  I had a dentist appointment at 9 a m. The previous day, having taken notice of an advertisement in the Racing Post of an interview in the Weekender with Holly Doyle by former jockey Georgia Cox, the thought came into my head that while over town I might buy a copy of the Weekender to have something to read while waiting to be relieved of what turned out to be a portion of my meagre wealth that continues to sting even as I now think of it. The dental work was painless, thank-you for asking.
It was only when seated in my new and very comfortable armchair, a cup of tea at my elbow, thinking how pleasant it was to be actually reading a paper paper, if you get my meaning, when the dawning realisation dashed across my brain, scattering what brain cells I have remaining, that I could have read the Weekender for free as it is part of my Ultimate Members package alongside ‘Racing and Football Outlook’ and the Irish version of the Racing Post, which by the way, is identical to the British version.
Yes, against the £178 lifted from my bank account for what turned out to a session of nothing more than two x-rays and a descaling and polish, the £5.90 is not much to sniff at. But it was a kick in the guts to realise I am getting dumber by the day.
From next Wednesday, you can be sure, I will become a regular reader of the Weekender, though on-line, of course. 

​Last year’s German Derby winner, Palladium, runs over hurdles at Huntingdon today for prize-money that is perhaps the equivalent of what it cost Lady Bamford to transport him from his homeland to Lambourn. The short jaunt to Huntingdon is intended to be a baby-step on a journey that will take the horse to Royal Ascot and the Hardwick Stakes. Some journey; some jeopardy.
Buying a thoroughbred racehorse, albeit one with stallion potential, for 1.4 smackeroos would have a parallel with an art investor spending 1.4-million on a work by a Dutch master and hanging it not in a museum but in a bus shelter. Both Lady Bamford and the fictional art investor are trusting to luck their prize possession survives the trial by fate.
Of course, 1.4-million bucks comes with no guarantees of success and I dare say Palladium is yet to be considered one of the top ten inmates presently lodging at Seven Barrows. Indeed, he is no certainty to win at Huntingdon today. He might win with his head in his chest, on the other hand he might run ingloriously and never see a hurdle again. 1.4-million only guarantees intrigue and the possibility of someone getting their nose burnt. Someone recommended Palladium to Lady Bamford; someone’s reputation is on the line.
I hope he wins as it will further add to the intrigue to the run-up to the Cheltenham Festival, another British-trained hope, the majority of which are with Nicky Henderson, in our decade-long desire to overpower the Irish at the only meeting where it seems to matter. What is in his favour at Huntingdon today and perhaps Cheltenham come March, is that Nico de-Boinville will ride him without fear, without thought to his ridiculous price-tag. It will just be another ride in another novice hurdle for a man who is without doubt one of the top jockeys of his era.

Alan Sweetman’s piece in the ‘All Things Ireland’ strand got me thinking about what I wrote yesterday inspired by his mental walk down memory lane brought-about by a very ordinary handicap chase run at Navan.
‘Ordinary’ handicaps, the sort run every day of the week in Britain and every other day in Ireland, do not usually have runners from the major stables in either Britain or Ireland, and given a need to help those who must live on scraps left by the big-players in the training ranks, would it not be a debatable idea to have a small number of ‘festival meetings’ specifically for horses with a low to lowish rating.
What many journalists choose to overlook when championing the culling of meetings in order to gain surplice prize-money for the mega-wealthy owners to scoop-up, is that the bedrock of our sport, as it has been for a century or more, are the loyal one-horse owners and small-time breeders who are in the sport for the love of it. To my mind, they also have a right to, if not to make the sport pay, at least break-even on their expenditure. For them, the option of transferring their horses to another country is not tenable. For them, it is the love of the horse that trumps all else, the opportunity to see it on a weekly basis, to make a fuss of it, to be in its life for more than the few minutes in either the parade ring or, if lucky, the enclosures for winners or near-but-yet-so-far 2nd, 3rd or 4th.
So why not give consideration to celebrating those horses who will never be good enough to run at a Cheltenham Festival and who are owned and trained by people who do not necessarily seek the limelight of the t.v. cameras. No race, if this proposal came to fruition, need have more than £20,000 to the winner and would not cost a whole lot of money for any company that chooses to sponsor such a meeting.
What would be assured is that every race would have maximum fields and every race would be competitive and would create more than one ‘headline story’. To survive, this sport needs to actively support everyone who works in the industry and a few festivals as I have described would go a little way to buttering a lot of bread. Yes, the big trainers would sneak a well-weighted young horse into one of the races but I could live with that as long as the majority of the prize-money goes to deserving causes.

​In today’s Racing Post (Ultimate Members Only) ‘All Things Ireland’, which arrives as part of an e-mail extolling the virtues of the Racing Post, of which it has many, Alan Sweetman makes good his view that even the most modest of handicaps can be swimming with intrigue and with strands that can take the initiated back through the decades. It is a lovely bit of writing that extolls Alan Sweetman’s love of his job and I recommend you become an Ultimate Member – if for no other reason than it will half your yearly expenditure if you still buy the paper version, not that I do not miss having the paper copy to hand, being at loggerheads as I am with my Tablet which was meant to be a safety-net come convenience and is nothing short of a pain-in-the-ass – as some of the stuff written exclusively for the e-mail is worthy of inclusion in the actual paper.

The sadness doubles manifold times whenever an owner associated with the jumping side of the sport makes the announcement that he or she is either quitting the sport entirely or has decided to switch to having horses trained in Ireland or France or both. Bryan Drew is the latest high-profile trainer to abandon both British racing and worst of all British trainers. I fully understand the reason he and they give for their decision, which I dare say was not easy to make. Poor prize-money is always sited, yet on that front there are fresh shoots appearing on a regular basis, and you can be damn sure Mr. Drew and other deserters of British racing will not turn down the opportunity of scooping up British prize-money if their Irish or French trainers wish to have runners in this country.
There is too much racing in this country, that is unarguable, yet those races that people like Mr.Drew would object to, as I object to so much all-weather racing, is there to provide opportunity for those owners who can only afford to patronise this sport at that lowly level. There is too much of it, though on the other hand evening all-weather fare from Wolverhampton and Newcastle, for example, puts bread and butter on the table for a whole host of trainers, jockeys and staff that otherwise might be forced out of the industry.
Bryan Drew is correct, compared to France our prize money is derisible, even if it is on a par with Ireland, and no one, especially the B.H.A., whose only contribution to the problem is to steal from Paul to pay Peter, is coming up with ideas to turn the tide. And if someone tells me the ship has sailed on the notion of a Tote Monopoly, I’ll get very rude indeed! Get out your binoculars, that ship is anchored just over the horizon; it is not scuppered.
Horse racing is Britain needed Bryan Drew’s patronage, as it does every single owner and syndicate member. His departure to pastures foreign is another nail in a coffin destined for the cemetery of natural extinctions.
To add to the list of dissatisfied owners, I noticed Oli Harris sold four-horses at Doncaster yesterday, including the potentially useful Peaky Boy and Break My Soul.

The ditching of the intermediate novice chase at the Cheltenham Festival has not boosted the number of entries for either the Arkle or Brown Advisory. Some think this disappointing, where others, I should think, including me, see it as a reflection on the smaller pool horses in training at the moment. Sadly 20-runner fields for races outside of the handicaps at the Festival seems to be as aspect of the past, not that should add-up to a lack of either expectation or excitement as Sir Gino versus Majborough looks tasty enough on its own, added to which Jukebox Man versus Ballyburn and others should be worthy of the entrance fee. We cannot compare today with ten-years ago and certainly not 20-years ago. It is what it is and we must enjoy it for what it is, as you never know how many more there will be for us to enjoy.