Cheltenham 2004 was special.
I had dreamt of having a horse good enough to compete at Cheltenham and it means everything to a lot of Irish racing enthusiasts. With our owners badge I was able to walk the course on Monday afternoon (even gave an interview on the track - reporter still remembers me!), watch Inca enjoy a pick of grass in front of the stands before settling the nerves in the Plough that night.
Tuesday morning, up at the crack of dawn to get to the gallops, check on our star (he wasn't blessed, must have been Hardy), soak up the atmosphere before racing and the roar as the tapes went up. The rest is history but the feeling from the home turn when only the boss and War of Attrition. And all the way up the run-in. Neck and neck. My whole family jumping up and down, urging him on. Photo finish, was he up, who was looking at the screen, was he up, who won, come on someone must know!! Rush down to the winners enclosure, results out, go on ya little daisy. Fight the maul into the winners enclosure. Come on............!!
Dreams sometimes come true. No matter what happened after that, we had our Cheltenham winner.