|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