to a rather jaded Hardy, who went around without touching a fence, to the noisy delight of the crowd. So Rupert achieved nothing. “Bloody bad luck, but let’s get him out of the ring. “I always enjoy Ivor’s intellectual approach to the sport,” said Rupert, from the shade of the riders’ stand.
“It doesn’t give the German for “whoa. Hardy was drenched. It was Ludwig’s turn to ride Snakepit. Yanking him back, she rode straight at the jump from three yards away and just cleared it.
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