Posted by Tania Kindersley.
Ten minutes ago, the beautiful, glorious, mighty Frankel stormed over the green grass of Goodwood, and into racing history. I screamed, I shouted, I physically jumped up and down; the dog barked at the top of her lungs; and the lovely, genuine, talented horse won his race. It was a wonderful thing to watch.
And Henry Cecil, that old veteran of the turf, had a tear in his eye.
In the end, I don’t know why I was worried. In the end, he made it look easy.