Fate's fickle finger; Jarvis on ...
Chester Vase The Chester Vase is a Group 3 flat horse race in the United Kingdom for three-year-old thoroughbred colts and geldings run over a distance of 1 mile 4 furlongs and 66 yards (2,474 metres) at Chester Racecourse in May.
The race was first run in 1907. by a combined total of 22 lengths. Yet Jarvis was undeterred.
He trained the second favourite, Beldale Flutter, who had won the Dante and already held a clear verdict over Shergar from their clash in the previous season's Futurity Stakes futurity stakes
1. The stakes awarded to the winner or winners in a futurity race.
2. A futurity race. (now Racing Post Trophy The Racing Post Trophy is a Group 1 flat horse race in the United Kingdom for two-year-old thoroughbred colts and fillies. It is run over a distance of 1 mile at Doncaster Racecourse in late October. ). Typically, however, Jarvis kept his counsel in the build-up.
"Then, one morning, I noticed a big kerfuffle kerfuffle
informal a noisy and disorderly incident [Scots curfuffle, carfuffle]
Noun 1. kerfuffle at the bottom of the Heath and saw a horse galloping loose towards Sir Mark Prescott's yard," Jarvis recalls. "I knew straight away it was Beldale Flutter.
"When we eventually caught up with him he had cuts and bruises like you've never seen, and that was his Derby gone. He'd got rid of Jimmy Thompson, my head lad, in a collision with Moorestyle, who was then the champion sprinter [trained by Robert Armstrong]."
With Beldale Flutter nursing his wounds, Shergar galloped out to a record-breaking ten-length victory at Epsom. "I thought we had a chance of winning before the race but it would be unrealistic to think we might have beaten him," Jarvis says. "It would still have been nice to finish second, and the horse came back to win the International Stakes later in the summer."
Beldale Flutter's tribulations illustrate the randomness of fate's fickle finger. Shergar himself got loose in the Derby build-up, reportedly (although almost certainly by embellishment) galloping riderless down Newmarket High Street.
When they eventually caught up with him there was not a scratch on the charismatic bay with the distinctive blaze and four white socks. The rest, as they say ...