Confused. And very concerned that, with the wet weather, he won't run. I've never fallen madly in love with Frankel the way I did with Sea the Stars. Maybe it's because his wins have all been so easy; he's never done a Denman or a Dessie, where he eyeballs another horse and says, 'c'mon; show me what you're made of'....And then there's the sadness of Sir Henry being so ill; it's almost as if he made some sort of pact with the God of Racing..if you give me the greatest racehorse that ever lived I'll give you my life. There are also rumours that he will carry on racing; I heard that yesterday but there are denials floating around now. And, I've got to admit something
. I love Cirrus des Aigles. The underdog; the horse that can't run in the Arc because he's been gelded; the one with the unfashionable trainer; the one that will relish the mud he'll have to race through tomorrow. I want Frankel to run and I want him to win. But I want Cirrus to go down fighting like the lionhearted horse that he is. And, more and more these days [even with flat racing] I worry that one of them won't come back. But it will be one of those days when it's the first thing I think of when I wake up and I'll leap out of bed to check out theracingpost to see what's happening. Have thought about having a bet so I can keep the ticket [my friend did that at York, and I bet the bookies have made a fortune by a lot of other people doing the same!] but I'm worried that it will bring him bad luck! Nothing, but nothing shows the highs and lows of life the way that racing does. Lets hope tomorrow is a 'high' for everyone. I'm a wreck now; dread to think what I'll be like tomorrow afternoon
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