Gordon Lord Byron first appeared on my radar one Sunday morning when I was out running and a car pulled up beside me, the driver rolling down his window. It was my neighbour, Jim Bergin who treats people (including me) two days a week from his osteopath clinic and then goes on the road for three days to meet his equine patients. ‘Treated a Group 1 horse the other day’ he said. And as he drove along and I jogged beside the car (it’s a quiet road we live on!) he told me the story.
The story of a horse which couldn’t get a bid as a yearling and wasn’t allowed into a breeze up sale before fracturing his pelvis on his racecourse debut. The story of the small trainer who has only one other horse in training and has his own health problems to deal with. And the story of the previous day’s Sprint Cup at Haydock when he finished 3 lengths in front of Slade Power in second.
So, like may others, I became a member of the unofficial Gordon Lord Byron fan club and was genuinely delighted for the team when after shipping to the other side of the world, he won the Gr.1 George Ryder Stakes at Rosehill. He heads next to Sydney and then on to Hong Kong, but whatever happens there, he has already succeeded in keeping the dream alive.