Cheltenham Festival blog: a day of thrills and spills

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(Image credit: Alan McFaden)

Having privileged access to all four days of the Cheltenham Festival, it is all too easy to become rather blasé – and a touch jaded – by the final day. My feet hurt, my back hurts, I’m considerably poorer than I was on Monday and I’m knackered. In the gap between the second and third races, I could have easily packed it in and gone home.

But, a couple of hours later, I feel wonderful. My feet and back still ache, I’m still poor and I’m still tired. But the Cheltenham Gold Cup was just so incredibly exciting that it was like having a jolt of electricity passed through me.