But there isn't more to a professional life as a jockey than winning - that's the whole purpose of being one! Don't forget that Lester's perceived harsh treatment of some horses was in an era when 'whip abuse' wasn't much of an issue, and jockeys weren't limited to the number of smacks they could deliver in their efforts. In that, he was no different to the American jockeys who worked their whips devastatingly fast from shoulder to rear-end, and by adopting his fast whip delivery style, he no doubt galvanised a few more than other jockeys who were delivering one crack every four paces.
He also had beautiful balance and great hands, both big assets when it came to steadying the unruly or stopping them getting like that in the first place. He began race-riding at something like 13, I think, having been riding since he was a small child, thus bringing years of experience to the table ahead of jockeys who didn't take up the profession until their teens.
Most eras throw up the renegade rider - the USA gave us the inimitable Tod Sloane with his "monkey up a stick" forward position, putting the rider's weight through the horse's shoulder, rather than across its back - while our chaps were still riding with long stirrups and jouncing around in the saddle like novice riders. Lester showed us that you can, in fact, play waiting tactics successfully, and that horses didn't just have to be shoved out front in the hopes they'd win. His elegance in timing, in knowing just when a horse could be best produced, was his main legacy. As far as whether some of the horses he rode weren't always produced to win - why would that practice be any different to now? There are plenty of horses not being pushed to win, for any variety of reasons, many of them not sinister.
I tried to mimic Lester when I was busy riding my 'racehorse' in our back garden - a horizontal oil barrel with a piece of sacking over it, with wire 'stirrups'. I deployed my whip with gusto and won every race - thank you, Lester! I also had the biggest crush on him when I was 12, imagining us running a racing stable together in wedded bliss... sadly, Miss Haggas cruelly wrenched that pipedream from me!
That's a very nice personal story, badpiano - it's always interesting to get the human interest side to famous people in racing.