Saturday’s Grand National was what sport is all about. I don’t know about all of you but as AP McCoy drove Don’t Push It up Aintree’s famous run-in to secure a vintage victory for owner JP McManus and trainer Jonjo O’Neill, my eyes were welling up, my heart was pounding and my smile was as broad as Becher’s Brook.
It was a victory that everyone could relate to and be delighted with, even if you hadn’t backed the victor. A winner at the 15th attempt for the greatest jump jockey of them all, at the 22nd time of asking as a jockey and a trainer for Jonjo, probably the nicest man in racing, and at the 44th try for JP, the most generous benefactor the sport of kings has ever had. This was box office entertainment.
Every sporting figure, fixture or event can provoke some kind of response from fans and spectators. Whether it is anger at Tiger Woods’ stray moral compass, relief at Newcastle’s return to top flight football at the first time of asking or jealousy at Phil Mickelson’s short game and wife; sport, like politics, manages to bring people’s feelings to the surface.
However, rarely does a sporting event provoke such a wave of sentiment as the 2010 Grand National. This was primarily because of the people involved.
Sport, like most good things in life, is about the people. Larger than life characters can bring events to life and this is exactly what happened in Liverpool on Saturday afternoon.
England’s 2003 Rugby World Cup win and the 2005 Ashes summer provoked scenes of unbridled joy. This was demonstrated when thousands of people lined the streets of central London to congratulate their conquering heroes.
The reason these events will live long in the memory is not only because of the unbelievable drama that surrounded them but also because of the characters at the centre of the plot. Jonny, Johnno, Freddie, KP. These are the type of guys who take sport to a higher plain and make specific events stand out from the crowd. Saturday’s race was one of these. If racing had the fan-base that those sports had then this race would have been inked in as a classic sporting moment of the past decade.
I have been at Aintree for five of the past seven Grand Nationals and I can safely say that none of the others even came close to this one in terms of emotion when the winner thundered past the post and was welcomed into the winners’ enclosure. This includes Amberleigh House’s 2004 win which provided Ginger McCain with his historic fourth win in the race after Red Rum’s three triumphs, the last of which was in 1977.
The response was magnificent and this was not just because Don’t Push It had been backed down from 20-1 to 10-1 joint-favourite in the 30 minutes before the race. It was because everyone who knows anything about jump racing knows that the three men primarily responsible for the result are among, if not the, finest and most popular figures around. It was an electric atmosphere in the stands.
I have been working at the past four Grand National meetings, ferrying around the owners, trainers and jockeys. The days are fairly long, beginning at about 8:30am and finishing at 8pm and so I have clocked a great number of hours and miles in my buggy.
I have had the pleasure of driving around some of the great figures of the sport such as Ruby Walsh and the great figures of other sports such as Sir Alex Ferguson but nothing in all that time has come anywhere near to the hour I was privileged to spend with Jonjo and his family after the big win on Saturday.
The joy in their eyes was clear to see and the way that they spoke about the win made me realise that this is what sport is all about.
It is the way that it can make even the most unemotional of men such as JP McManus shed tears of joy after achieving a lifelong ambition. It is the way that it can reward people for the ridiculous amount of hard work they put in such as AP McCoy. And it is the way that it has a funny habit of rewarding the good guys such as Jonjo O’Neill that makes sport so special.
Saturday’s race was just one example of sport at it’s magical best. If everyone stays fit and we manage to overcome our natural flair for departing the major tournaments on penalties at the quarter-final stage, then we could have another in South Africa come July 11th courtesy of our footballers. (Fingers crossed).
These moments should be cherished because they do not come about often.