Precious little for Mr Average at Leopardstown

When racing was over at Leopardstown last Sunday, I headed off for a walk and, on my way back, met an old friend, who parked his vehicle for a brief chat.

Now he is a fan of National Hunt racing, regards the flat as an irritation, and I was interested to hear his views on what had unfolded earlier.

“It was boring’’, he said. Imagine that, we had just seen Faugheen and Douvan, horses that seemed to have just about everyone on television and in the newspapers reaching for superlatives, and our intrepid pal felt that what he had seen over many hours had been “boring.’’