Grand National. Don’t place your bets!

I remember being a kid, living in Liverpool, and there always being huge buzz whenever the Grand National was on. In the days leading up to it we’d get together as a family and look at the names of all the horses in the paper, then we’d each choose the one we wanted. It was a treat! I loved horses, they were so beautiful and strong and graceful. I’d look through the names until I found one I felt had some kind of affinity with. I never understood or even looked at the odds. I was too young. It was on name alone that I’d make my selection!

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