Synchronised was a very good staying chaser; won the Midlands National and another long distance race. Always way out the back but staying on at the end of 4 miles. He was never thought of as a Gold Cup horse, but then he won a big race in Ireland and surprised everyone so took his chance in the Gold Cup. It was a rather substandard race, with Kauto Star pulling up and Denman retired, but he was still a good winner. So few horses have done the Gold Cup/Grand National double, especially in the same year and, with Aintree being a week later than usual he'd had time to freshen up. Next year's Gold Cup will be a much stronger race as some very good novices are coming up through the ranks, so he had little chance of retaining his crown. Even so, many horses have won well at Cheltenham and then gone on to run at Aintree, bucking and kicking at home, only to fall at Aintree [the great Desert Orchid was one of them and he never fell]. They would never have ran Dessie in the National, because they knew an accident to him would have devastating consequences for the race itself [he also ran badly going left handed as it always put his back out]. Having won the Gold Cup, Synch was in a bad position of always now having to carry top weight in handicaps [and he was only a little horse] or running in top class races against much faster horses. As was Pete, he was also a home bred, which makes it even more painful. The trouble is [and this happened with Dessie] you dream of breeding a good racehorse and then one day you find that you have. He goes up and up through the ranks and you find you have a horse that could, potentially win the Grand National. What do you do? Dessies owner used to be a wreck watching his races. I used to watch the racing with my dad, and then went back to it when I fell in love with Desert Orchid, not realising that horses could be injured. By that time I did I was hooked, and spent several years watching him race, ending up as a physical and mental wreck each time he did so. I've tried to walk away from the sport, but I love seeing the horses, the smell of hoof oil in the paddock, the words 'weighed in, weighed in' after a race send shivers down my spine. The camaraderie of racing folk watching our heroes, united in fear and excitement [this is more with NH racing]. The love and respect we have for the horses is beyond words. It encapsulates all that is good and bad in life because joy and despair live side by side. But I can't defend the bad things that happen and I understand why people can be so opposed to it. Synch could have been turned out in a field for the summer only to die of grass sickness or colic. His owner has had prostate cancer, so knows how important it is to grasp the here and now not the 'maybe next year'. He keeps all of his retired horses at a place called Martinstown in Ireland, and they live like kings. I'm sorry to rabbit on, but it's something I love so much and yet, on days like this I just want to curl up in a ball and cry.