Super Hurricane blows rivals away

WHEN Willie Mullins talks about Hurricane Fly he uses words and constructs his sentences in the manner you would expect from a nervous curator cradling a rare and precious artefact rather than a trainer of horses.

Seven weeks ago he stood in the Cheltenham parade ring and spoke of how he had counted down the weeks, days and minutes to the horse’s English debut and how, even with seconds to go, he feared a stray, debilitating kick prior to the start.

Everything about the horse’s preparations made him want to scream his chances from the rooftops but his Prestbury Park bow had been foiled twice before by injury and Mullins bit his lip even as the stated odds teased his resolve still further.