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Racing Post Monday, February 27, 2012 7 A LL my earliest Cheltenham memories are small-framed and black and white to an O’Sullevan soundtrack. Is memory playing one of its inexhaustible repertoire of tricks when I recall Sir Peter’s tones having an extra measure of seriousness and solemnity as they wheeled at the start of major festival races, a deceptive air of calm before the storm of great deeds? In middle age you look back in search of what have been life’s constant refrains – faithful friends, the power of words, an early start with tobacco that argues an early end, a propensity to punt, the pop of corks, fascination with wars, the growing of children and, running though it all, a profound preoccupation with a particular place at a very specific time. Cheltenham in March. And what I remember clearest of all from those stolen afternoons watching Cheltenham on the box was a fierce desire, an ache, to be there and be part of something that the child in me could not as yet define but which I knew to be overpowering. The shires and the Cotswolds were light years from the suburbs of youth but their lure was already irresistible. I was 19 when I first went to the festival and have missed not a day since. The three days that became four have tapped out a rhythm through my life and when the climactic crash of the drums is stilled after the last race on Gold Cup day they are replaced by the steady click of the metronome marking the start of the countdown to the following year. Part of Cheltenham’s magic lies in its flirtation with the savage. At festival pace no other course asks questions of horse and rider in such a searching way – the rise and fall of the terrain, the fences and that long climb to the gods at the end strip everything to the bone. Nowhere else brings courage more to the fore. And to go there and stand witness to extraordinary events is a rare and wonderful act of being at one with your fellow clutterers of the planet. The elements of pilgrimage are incredibly strong as time, effort, expense and often a wearying journey are involved, and if the target of the worshippers is not exactly holy, the centre of the festival universe – the winner’s enclosure – has about it a strong sense of something sacred not least for the sacrifices that have to be made in order for horse and humans to stand there. Of course the punter can take the most savage pummelling, yet joy still somehow wins through. There are places of magic and emotion in other sports – Seve or Nicklaus walking in triumph down the 18th at St Andrews – but nothing holds a candle to the dance of triumph down the horsewalk in front of the exultant and admiring stands baying the praise of the victors and giving visceral thanks for what they have just been privileged to see. Everybody can recall their own moments when the spine surrenders to the shiver, the throat struggles and eyes fight a losing battle with the blur of tears. Different horses stir different emotions – the presence of the indisputably unparalleled in Arkle, the joy of justice being done in the mire to Desert Orchid, the fierceness of struggle when Monksfield, Night Nurse and Sea Pigeon battled for the mastery, the banshee blast that willed Dawn Run back in front as the yards dwindled and the post loomed. And never underestimate the ritual of the meeting as the clan gathers. In every corner of these islands, from inner-city apartment, small-town semi and rural outpost, groups of friends gather and make their way to Cheltenham year on year each a tiny tributary feeding the 60,000-strong river of humanity that will inundate the course on opening day. The Chippings, Slaughters and Swells of the Wolds fill with folk hell-bent on enjoying themselves. For four days all the normal rules are suspended, money seems to have no more value than the notes you get in a Monopoly box and hope springs hot that this is the week when it is your turn to eviscerate the old enemy. P UBS, hotels and B&Bs are rammed with the same returning guests, and high good humour is the order of the day such as the ruddy-faced Cork man in charge of a large group of hard-charging Irishmen who came down to breakfast and greeted his bleary troops with the immortal: “Mornin’ lads – another day of drinking and guessing!” And as you get older you have the thrill of seeing the young fall in thrall to the meeting. When my kids were small they loved Cheltenham because the house would fill up with their parents’ friends who were the most fun, entertaining or plain unhinged, with not a bed, sofa or floor space unoccupied. Now they themselves are addicts of the exuberance of the four days and have decades ahead of them through which they can weave their own personal folklore of festival history. And when the time comes I suspect my ashes will find their final resting place at the top of the hill – a place of solitude and skylarks in summer but where the denouement begins to boil to brutal in winter. At the top of the hill all the dreams are still alive, the triumphs and tragedies of the long swoop down and hard haul up the hill to victory yet to unfold before the rapt ranks in the stands. On a quiet day, a few souls who share my blood, and some of those friends who truly understood why that blood was ever quickened in that place in the month when the hares go mad, will perform a simple ceremony. And that will be me done and literally dusted – forever lodged somewhere I believe I belong. WHY I LOVE CHELTENHAM Alastair Down on the impact the festival has had on his life – and probably beyond ‘To go there and stand witness to extraordinary events is a rare and wonderful act of being at one with your fellow clutterers of the planet’ UK: 08000322365 TODAY’S FEATURE RACES £200 FREE BETS FOR NEW CUSTOMERS FEATURE RACE 4/1OFFER Back any single winner at 4/1 or more on a bet365 Feature Race and we’ll give you a FREE BET to the same stake on the next bet365 Feature Race. Terms and Conditions apply. Internet Offer - Make a deposit of £10 or more and you will be entitled to a 100% bonus on your qualifying deposit up to a maximum of £200. Telephone Offer - Stake £10 or more and we’ll match it with a free bet up to £50. After placing your initial match up bet, place 5 more qualifying bets of £10 or more to get a free bet equal to the lowest stake of those 5 bets (max £50). This process is repeated to obtain 2 more free bets, up to a maximum of £50 each. 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Racing Post Monday, February 27, 2012 7

A LL my earliest Cheltenhammemories are small-framedand black and white to anO’Sullevan soundtrack. Ismemory playing one of its

inexhaustible repertoire of tricks whenI recall Sir Peter’s tones having anextra measure of seriousness andsolemnity as they wheeled at the startof major festival races, a deceptive airof calm before the storm of greatdeeds?

In middle age you look back insearch of what have been life’sconstant refrains – faithful friends, thepower of words, an early start withtobacco that argues an early end, apropensity to punt, the pop of corks,fascination with wars, the growing ofchildren and, running though it all, aprofound preoccupation with aparticular place at a very specifictime. Cheltenham in March.

And what I remember clearest of allfrom those stolen afternoons watchingCheltenham on the box was a fiercedesire, an ache, to be there and bepart of something that the child in mecould not as yet define but which Iknew to be overpowering. The shiresand the Cotswolds were light yearsfrom the suburbs of youth but theirlure was already irresistible.

I was 19 when I first went to thefestival and have missed not a daysince. The three days that becamefour have tapped out a rhythmthrough my life and when theclimactic crash of the drums is stilledafter the last race on Gold Cup daythey are replaced by the steady clickof the metronome marking the start ofthe countdown to the following year.

Part of Cheltenham’s magic lies inits flirtation with the savage. Atfestival pace no other course asksquestions of horse and rider in such asearching way – the rise and fall ofthe terrain, the fences and that longclimb to the gods at the end stripeverything to the bone. Nowhere elsebrings courage more to the fore.

And to go there and stand witnessto extraordinary events is a rare andwonderful act of being at one withyour fellow clutterers of the planet.The elements of pilgrimage areincredibly strong as time, effort,expense and often a wearying journeyare involved, and if the target of theworshippers is not exactly holy, thecentre of the festival universe – thewinner’s enclosure – has about it astrong sense of something sacred notleast for the sacrifices that have to bemade in order for horse and humansto stand there.

Of course the punter can take the

most savage pummelling, yet joy stillsomehow wins through. There areplaces of magic and emotion in othersports – Seve or Nicklaus walking intriumph down the 18th at St Andrews– but nothing holds a candle to thedance of triumph down the horsewalkin front of the exultant and admiringstands baying the praise of the victorsand giving visceral thanks for whatthey have just been privileged to see.

Everybody can recall their ownmoments when the spine surrendersto the shiver, the throat struggles andeyes fight a losing battle with the blurof tears. Different horses stir differentemotions – the presence of the

indisputably unparalleled in Arkle, thejoy of justice being done in the mireto Desert Orchid, the fierceness ofstruggle when Monksfield, NightNurse and Sea Pigeon battled for themastery, the banshee blast that willedDawn Run back in front as the yardsdwindled and the post loomed.

And never underestimate the ritualof the meeting as the clan gathers. Inevery corner of these islands, frominner-city apartment, small-town semiand rural outpost, groups of friendsgather and make their way toCheltenham year on year each a tinytributary feeding the 60,000-strongriver of humanity that will inundate

the course on opening day.The Chippings, Slaughters and

Swells of the Wolds fill with folk hell-bent on enjoying themselves. Forfour days all the normal rules aresuspended, money seems to have nomore value than the notes you get ina Monopoly box and hope springs hotthat this is the week when it is yourturn to eviscerate the old enemy.

P UBS, hotels and B&Bs arerammed with the samereturning guests, and highgood humour is the order ofthe day such as the

ruddy-faced Cork man in charge of a large group of hard-chargingIrishmen who came down to breakfastand greeted his bleary troops with theimmortal: “Mornin’ lads – another dayof drinking and guessing!”

And as you get older you have thethrill of seeing the young fall in thrallto the meeting. When my kids weresmall they loved Cheltenham becausethe house would fill up with theirparents’ friends who were the most

fun, entertaining or plain unhinged,with not a bed, sofa or floor spaceunoccupied. Now they themselves areaddicts of the exuberance of the fourdays and have decades ahead of themthrough which they can weave theirown personal folklore of festivalhistory.

And when the time comes I suspectmy ashes will find their final restingplace at the top of the hill – a place ofsolitude and skylarks in summer butwhere the denouement begins to boilto brutal in winter. At the top of thehill all the dreams are still alive, thetriumphs and tragedies of the longswoop down and hard haul up the hillto victory yet to unfold before the raptranks in the stands.

On a quiet day, a few souls whoshare my blood, and some of thosefriends who truly understood whythat blood was ever quickened in thatplace in the month when the hares gomad, will perform a simple ceremony.And that will be me done and literallydusted – forever lodged somewhere Ibelieve I belong.

WHY I LOVECHELTENHAMAlastair Down on the impact the festivalhas had on his life – and probably beyond

‘To go there and stand witness to extraordinaryevents is a rare and wonderful act of beingat one with your fellow clutterers of the planet’

UK: 08000322365

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