The throes of finishing off the Henry Cecil book seems to have inoculated me against Olympic fever. Until I went down to see Tina Cook and her horse Miner’s Frolic at Findon.
For when you listen to her story, think of just how much she and the horse have come through to get to London, only a heart of stone would fail to beat quicker with the inspiration. The profile I wrote for the Racing Post is now up on the website but what is not there is the wider appreciation of all the others who have sacrificed so much just as Tina has.
The next fortnight will mean everything for them and all too many will be disappointed. But they have their Olympic dream and, as I did watching Tina at Findon, we can be uplifted just by following them.