Spare me the do-gooders - please!

THERE is no denying that the Grand National at Aintree a week ago represented a bad day for National Hunt racing.

Two equine casualties through the contest, tarpaulin over a dead horse at the 20th fence, a screen erected at Becher's Brook and then the frantic scenes shortly after the winner, Ballabriggs, had crossed the line, as he was repeatedly dosed with copious amounts of water, were disconcerting to say the least.

And, of course, the tabloid reaction, in particular, on Sunday morning was entirely predictable.