Parade of Champions
When I first went to Aintree six years ago, I wrote a blog called “the day the world turned orange”. I had been caught out by the wonderful world of scouse and I’ve been going back to Aintree every spring since.
I hadn’t had reason to write another blog since then, till yesterday, when I returned from Liverpool at around midnight and promptly watched the whole afternoon again , in the early hours of the morning. To save you that trouble, here’s the Racing Post’s 60 second review of the day.
If you are a fan of racing, and can bear the pain of a horse dying, then here is the Grand National in its 10 minute glorious denouement! 
For Stella and me, the weekend will get better – Stella is a netball fan!
I am watching (as I blog) , the Chinese Grand Prix . Last night our train returned with Bournemouth fans going home after a 3-0 defeat to Liverpool. Our train passed Wembley, the scene of Man City’s 3-1 triumph over Tottenham.
Britain is a wonderful place to be a sports fan, but I can honestly say that there in nothing- nothing – that can compare with Aintree in the Sunshine and the smile of Davy Russell as he returns to the winning enclosure!