There was at least one game girl on the race train back from Newbury on Saturday. ‘You didn’t smell very good on the sofa this morning,’ the carriage heard her tell a potential swain on her mobile. ‘But if you’re up for a celebration tonight then I am, too.’ On the basis of a flat-mate’s introduction to a temporary lodger, she was clearly willing to take a chance. Many are going to have to take a similar risk with this year’s Cheltenham Gold Cup favourite Kauto Star, who is giving a new definition to the concept of a flawed diamond. The biggest star of the jumping scene remains a question mark on four legs.
Kauto Star would smell fine on the sofa. He looks grand and oozes class. He has a magnificent engine. But he also has a habit of clouting at least one fence in a race so hard that any normal animal and rider would part company.
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