”..and now the race develops, Frankel breezes up on the nearside with Queally sitting motionless and here he goes down into the final 2, into unknown territory. Farhh is staking his effort in the centre, St Nicholas Abbey a length and half to make up, but Frankel, Queally shakes the reins the response is immediate, down to the last furlong. And Frankel bounds clear and this is all over, Frankel scorching away. This perfect mix of poetry and destruction, this glory of rhythm, power and majesty."
