Rocket powered by Angus Powers - Sports Illustrated

In the midst of the podium celebration, the jockey downs a glass of orange juice. Then another. Then, completely dehydrated and desperate, he raises the cut-glass jug of juice to his lips and drains every last drop. Around him, the podium is crammed with the people who made this – the record that will never be broken – all possible. There is the trainer, such a magician with horses that they call him ‘Gandalf’. There are the owners, flushed with vicarious pleasure. There’s the groom, there’s the jockey’s brother, and the trainer’s daughter and son. This stable’s a family affair, that’s for sure, and below them, snorting and blowing and objecting to the crush of whooping fans and disbelieving press, is everyone’s favourite.Full article from Mike Bass Racing