‘Racing is 99.9 per cent disappointment,’ said the trainer philosophically, as I sat in the yard sipping coffee, waiting for the vet. She arrived in her pick-up a few minutes later and wound down her window.
‘Am I in the right place?’
‘I don’t know,’ he said, still in sardonic mode. ‘It depends what you’re looking for.
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