He had huge character flaws but as a jockey he was brilliant. Tactically aware, very good natural horseman and tremendously strong in a finish.
I have many memories of him - he rode Pontefract better than anyone I've ever seen, getting up late countless times on hold-up Ramsden handicappers - but I have a particular soft spot for him because of what he meant to my dad, who died eleven years ago.
Dad was a mad keen racing man, an inveterate and intrepid punter. Think Ernie Bilko and you wouldn't be far wide of the mark. His sporting heroes were few and far between. The only ones he revered, as far as I can recall, were Hedley Verity (cricket), Jimmy Hagan (football) and Lester Piggott. But, in his mid-seventies - he was born in 1921 - he latched on to Fallon in a big way and regarded him as a genius of a jockey. I lost count of the number of times on racecourses round the country that he'd throw the form book out of the window and more or less back a horse simply because Fallon was riding and he seemed to dig himself out of plenty of financial holes as a result.
He was diagnosed with terminal cancer in March, 2005 and given between three and six months. His reaction - typical of him - was to place an ante-post bet on Harchibald for the 2006 Champion Hurdle after watching him get pipped in the 2005 edition, a race he watched from his hospital bed.
But Dad's last words to me concerned Fallon. In July, 2005, after Scorpion's win in the Grand Prix de Paris, he stuck fifty quid on the horse for the Leger at 9/4. By September, he was in a hospice. The end was clearly nigh and he had a stream of visitors - he was a popular and well-liked man - and every one of them left with his advice to get on Scorpion for the Leger.
On the Monday of Leger week, there was speculation that Fallon would miss the Leger to ride in Ireland and that Dettori would come in for the ride on Scorpion. I saw Dad on the Monday and told him the news. He rolled his eyes a bit. As I went to leave, he said to me: "If Fallon rides, stick me another fifty on." I said I would.
When I visited on the Tuesday, he'd lost consciousness and he died on the Wednesday so those were his last words to me.
Scorpion of course won the Leger with Dettori on board. At the Requiem Mass the following week to laughter the parish priest told the story of the landed ante-post bet, "a sure sign", he said, that Dad "had arrived and got down to work."
He would have been tickled pink that his last words concerned something important like horse racing and betting.
Anyway, that's what Kieren Fallon meant to my dad and because he meant a lot to him he means a lot to me.