Continuing my somewhat askance look at the National, dear reader, here are a couple of things I expect NOT to happen today:
Paul Nicholls, whose runners' record over the National fences is nothing shy of abysmal, saddles the first three home, with My Will sauntering home for a facile victory. In doing so, My Will smashes the 'no French bred for 100 years' stat; the no horse over 11 stone stat; and, the no horse with less than four runs stat. In so doing, he costs Matt a monkey (see below) and renders him a buffoon...
Tony McCoy gets round on Butlers Cabin, but the horse comes up frustratingly short (beaten a short head into second), despite McCoy dismounting after Bechers second time, throwing the Cabin over his shoulders and running the rest of the race himself. Superhuman McCoy maybe, but the Cabin is unlikely to change his fortune in the most famous race of all...
Gavin continues his flabbergasting run of trends winners, by nominating the first three home. The tricast pays £4,268, and twelve lucky Festival Trends readers have it for a pound each.
The Irish stranglehold on the race comes to a shuddering halt, as all of their runners are involved in a Foinavon'esque pile up at the fence named after the original debacle.
Top weight Cloudy Lane defies his welter burden to collar featherweight and stablemate Idle Talk passing the elbow. (Alas, the race is only for eighth and ninth place!)
All 40 runners clear the first three fences, for the first time in living memory...
And... Matt tips the winner for the third year in succession on his blog, as Rambling Minster gives James Reveley an armchair ride in the front rank throughout, jumping for fun, and coasting home.
Well, these things probably won't happen, but you just never know.... it is the Grand National after all!
THE VERY BEST OF LUCK TO YOU, WHICHEVER HORSE YOU'RE ON. LET'S HOPE FOR A FANTASTIC SPECTACLE, AND THAT THEY ALL COME HOME SAFELY.