HE JUST WAS, THAT'S ALL!So who was the best racehorse in modern times?Southern hemisphere of course, they rarely travelled until recently."Black Caviar" I hear the bleat.She's marvellous. I agree. But she's a sprinter.They don't tear at your heartstrings the way a classical stayer can.Not if you're a true aficianado of racing.Ten furlongs or forget it.Weekend Hussler?You're kidding, right?Kingston Town, with those six group one wins in one season, then?Great horse. Should have won the
HE JUST WAS, THAT'S ALL!
So who was the best racehorse in modern times?
Southern hemisphere of course, they rarely travelled until recently.
"Black Caviar" I hear the bleat.
She's marvellous. I agree. But she's a sprinter.
They don't tear at your heartstrings the way a classical stayer can.
Not if you're a true aficianado of racing.
Ten furlongs or forget it.
Weekend Hussler?
You're kidding, right?
Kingston Town, with those six group one wins in one season, then?
Great horse. Should have won the Melbourne Cup too. But no.
Apache Cat?
Nope. Short distance champ of his time.
Bernborough, maybe?
Might have been anything if a handful of morons had kept their noses out of his career. But we can never know.
No, I'll put you out of your misery in a minute.
This fellow won TEN group ones in a season.
His pulverization job in the Caulfield Cup had to be seen, to be felt, in order to be believed.
In Australian record time.
The horse he murdered ran a great second in the Melbourne Cup.
If the right decision had been made this chap would have won that race just as easily. He demonstrated that by coming back from the (near) grave to kill a good Brisbane Cup field.
A swayback.
Not pretty.
Not nice either.
A bad tempered little sod called Joe.
Knew he was a god.
Until his terrible illness nearly robbed us of him, invincible.
The utterly complete staying machine.
I saw him as a youngster.
I never forgot what I saw.
Young folk, you'll just have to believe me, this was the best horse we've had since Phar Lap and Peter Pan, and believe me too when I say that the stayer is the true hallmark of the champion racehorse.
Oh the name?
You've guessed, haven't you?
Seven letters...
Come on now...
That's the lad...
Immortal, untouchable, thrilling.
Has to be
TULLOCH.