Great disappointment in the White household this afternoon after none of the six horses we backed between us in the Grand National came anywhere near to placing, never mind crossing the line in front.
In fact, at least three of them fell and I think one of them is still running.
But it was pleasing that, in Tony McCoy, the winning jockey was an Ulsterman.
Jamie's already decided he wants to be just like him.
Sadly, I don't think chubby children are much good at being jockeys.
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