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My Horse Is Amazing

As any horse racing fan will know, this week (for the next four days) is the Cheltenham Festival. Today (Tuesday 15th) is Centenary Day where the main race is the Stan James Champion Hurdle. Tomorrow (16th) is Ladies Day, main race: Entertainers Queen Mother Champion Chase. On Thursday, St Patricks Day - and I have it on good authority that the whole of Ireland will be there - the main race is the Ladbrokes World Hurdle. And on Friday (18th) it's Gold Cup Day, with the Totesport Cheltenham Gold Cup, the biggest day of jump racing. Last year 217 000 people attended - this year 220 000 are expected.

"Drying weather could deliver more good than good to soft ground for the opening day of the Cheltenham Festival on Tuesday, but forecast rain on Friday morning has opened up the possibility of underfoot conditions changing in the hours leading up to Totesport Cheltenham Gold Cup... A final cycle of old course irrigation on Monday maintained the track used for the first two days of the festival at good to soft, good in places, although the cross-country course has quickened to good to firm, good in places."

A few interesting names competing are - and really, these are just funny names:

Third Intention (friends with Fourth Time Lucky)
Get Me Out Of Here (not a fan)
Ski Sunday
Recession Proof (or not)
Siberian Tiger (not horse - did the officials miss something here?)
Cockney Trucker
Far Away So Close
Secret Dancer & Tijuana Dancer (... Tiny Dancer?)

I guess the real question that needs to be asked though is: are they amazing? 



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