Today was one of those great days.
It was very good that Graham Wylie had the first winner Yorkhill, because he had rotten luck thereafter. Blaklion was teak personified in the RSA Chase, Davy Russell and Diamond King gave unhappy Gordon Elliott something to ease the pain, Any Currency put Martin Keighley on cloud nine, and Sam Twiston-Davies mopped up the last two with Diego Du Charmil and Ballyandy. The Hollow Bottom will be rocking tonight.
But when we remember today, we'll remember the great Sprinter Sacre, not as great as once he was but greatness in the way he rolled back the years and brought back the glory days in the Champion Chase. Annie Power was wonderful on Tuesday, but Sprinter Sacre out-magicked her today. What a wonderful horse he is.
Tomorrow we have Thistlecrack and Vautour, Cole Harden and Road To Riches, Limini and Bristol De Mai and all the others, and it'll be fab. Lewis Porteous will be here to type almost constantly for seven and a half hours and bring you the news.
Today, though, we had Sprinter Sacre. Now I shake free from the shackles of blogdom and go in search of booze. The toast will be: Sprinter Sacre. Salut!