He’s had his usual festival - over the last few years building up an unenviable total of one win from 114 rides. Yesterday he nudged and nurdled Wholestone into a nice third in the Stayers. Tuesday, he rode a stinker on Saint Calvados in the Arkle. His other rides fell somewhere in between.
And today he’s been dropped to the subs’ bench. Whilst 16 jockeys – including not one but two amateurs – try to fulfil their dreams of Gold Cup glory, the old and grizzled veteran will be doing eleventy hundred laps of Fakenham, which might as well be on the other side of the world.
Now I could come over all racing expert and tell you that Native River and Our Duke dutched at 2/1 or longer seems a fair bet in a muddy Gold Cup. Or I could repeat yesterday’s wisdom about backing every Gordon Elliott runner blind and in as many doubles as you can find time to perm. Instead, I’m going to show solidarity with good old Aidan, and back him to spend the day getting to the 100 winner mark for the season, before driving home in tears.