| A number of years ago I was idly watching horse races on a Saturday afternoon in England. (It was my Mum’s abiding interest) At the end of one prestigious race the prizes were handed out, as follows; A little cup for the jockey, a bigger one for the trainer and a big, fat cheque for the owner. Everyone smiled and shook hands. As for the horse, we were assured that he would enjoy a nice bag of oats. But if he’d broken a leg… |
The sport of kings