Let the fairytale begin

THE Aintree Grand National reminds me of JFK or Elvis. People remember where they were when they heard that the American president had been shot dead in Dallas in 1963. It’s the same with the news that The King had passed away 14 years later.

The National has so many memories for me and no matter what winner you’d mention, I could say, “I remember that” and where I was when I was looking at it.

I can remember L’Escargot winning and after that you had the Red Rum years which were amazing. I actually remember the Foinavon race, when all the horses fell and he came from way back to win.