Called upon to present the trophy to the winning owner, the CEO pulled out his cue cards on which his PR team had written out his speech. Whether it was because he hadn't done enough practice in front of the mirror or whether it should be put down to Freudian factors to which we are not privy, the CEO referred to the fag end of the week-long equine jamboree as "the fastest growing race day on the cannibal, er, carnival, calendar".
Back in Hong Kong, Brett Davis began his race-calling duties at Sha Tin inauspiciously by calling the photo-finish in the first race confidently but not, unfortunately for him, inerrantly, as he screamed "General Danroad got the stride in and nailed him" on the line.
The "him" in question, My Memory, may be forgiven for feeling a bit miffed, as just about everyone else, including the person that matters, the judge, saw that he had in fact got to the post first. Brett was left eating his words, but it could have been a lot worse if that CEO was around, I reckon.