He’s good for horse racing. Always has been. Even when he was staring into that abyss of life. It showed how all of us are attracted to kryptonite. That none of us are invulnerable. Not even Lanfranco Dettori. Son of Italian jockey Gianfranco Dettori from Sardenia. Better known as Frankie Dettori. Even better known as Yo! Frankie.
The man whose life has been one giant see saw ride. Up. Down. Down. Up. Sideways. Loses his way. Loses his job with Godolphin. Gets off the canvas. Dusts himself off. Starts all over again.
It’s tough out there these days. It seems like there’s no room for error. In every aspect of life. Like jockey James Doyle being criticised in many quarters for coming second on the Hong Kong owned Sea Of Class in the Arc at Longchamp despite others believing it was one of the best rides seen in a long time. And making time to look at matters closer to home base.
This World Gone Very Wrong and just what a tough audience to please no matter what one’s career might be was something brought home recently. This was when watching my friend Maricel perform at the Champagne Bar of the Grand Hyatt hotel in Hong Kong. It’s thinking just what a tough gig it is.
In how many awards shows do the best actually win? How many Oscars, Grammys, Golden Globes and Emmys have got it all wrong with awards going to the wrong people and others being snubbed? How many times was the brilliant Al Pacino passed over for an Oscar before receiving one almost as an apology for hitover-the-top performance in “The Scent Of A Woman”? In this #MeToo year, the Academy Awards have decided to pass on actor James Franco.
Arrogate being named this week as Longines World’s Best Racehorse Horse by being the highest rated racehorse have many up in arms. But what’s done is done and who’ll remember any of this tomorrow? Anyone remember Oprah’s #TimesUp speech at the Golden Globes that trended for around six hours last week?