A nose! A blasted nose!
In the 3.40 on Thursday I suggested my Tasleet would have a fight on in the finish with Sanus Per Aquam. On that front I was not wrong.
But Sanus Per Aquam had a bigger nose and, following a photo finish, was deemed to have won by the margin of a nose. I hate it when that happens. Great when you win by a nose, horrible when you lose by one. A gripping finish to the race but, ultimately, I was gutted.
Such is life. We move on. While staying at Newmarket.