A GREAT YEAR 



described in a volume I wrote for my old friend 

 entitled Ga/icia, her Forbears and her Of spring. But 

 Bayardo's last appearance was a melancholy one, for 

 he suffered what may almost be described as an 

 incredible defeat. This was for the Goodwood Cup. 

 His old jockey Maher, who knew him so well, was in 

 the saddle, and bookmakers offered to take 20 to 1. 

 Twenties were freely on offer against Mr. H. E. 

 Beddington's three-year-old Magic, the other runner 

 being a creature called Bud who was altogether out 

 of place in such a contest. I remember Mr. Bedding- 

 ton telling me that he fancied he had an outside chance, 

 but Magic had done nothing which seemed to justify 

 such an opinion and moreover did nothing subse- 

 quently, though on the strength of this Goodwood Cup 

 he was heavily backed on more than one occasion. 

 It appears extraordinary that the colt's only success 

 was when he beat Bayardo, who had naturally seemed 

 invincible, but so it was. Magic had a neck the better 

 of it. After the race some of the critics thought they 

 remembered that Bayardo had not been looking well, 

 but I did not ascertain that this had occurred to 

 anybody before he went to the post. His yield as a 

 four-year-old was £6698 10s., his younger brother 

 therefore overshadowing him, for the seven races 

 secured by the three-year-old brought in £23,839. 



There was a great struggle for the Two Thousand 

 Guineas between Lemberg and Lord Rosebery's Neil 



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