In 1927, a young Spanish boy, aged 8, - who would become the 18th Duque de Alberquerque - sat in a cinema watching a newsreel of the Grand National.
In that moment, an impossible dream was born.
Born on the 15 December 1918, the boy - Beltran de Osorio y Diez de Rivera
- was so enchanted that he resolved one day win to the great race himself.
Aged 33, the Duke - having ridden in French steeplechases - made his Grand National debut in 1952, putting up ten pound overweight on his own eight-year-old Brown Jack lll (Pic), trained by Peter Cazalet.
The tall Spaniard fell at the sixth, sustaining cracked ribs and concussion
His second attempt came eleven years later aboard the Irish-bred Jonjo (named after its joint owners John O'Hagen and Joe Thompson).
Together the 44-year-old Duke and the 13-year-old Jonjo completed the
first circuit safely enough and were well up with the leaders when being unluckily brought down at the 21st.
In 1965 the Duke took a bad fall from Groomsman at Valentine's and was taken to Walton General Hospital with a broken leg
His ride in 1966 was on the doubtful stayer
L'Empereur who had to pulled up at the 26th
He was back again in 1973, pulling Nereo up at the Canal Turn. He finished 8th on the same horse the following year.
Yet another bad fall a week before the 1975 National resulted in yet another broken leg, ruling him out of the race,
and, in 1976, he was back once more on the faithful Nereo. He was thrown heavily at the 13th and was again rushed to Walton Hospital, this time unconscious. He had fractured his right thigh-bone, fractured vertebrae and broken seven ribs.
Understandably, for his own safety,
the Stewards stepped in
He was barred from riding again in Britain
The Duke was furious, saying: 'I don't understand it. It's my body, my horse and my responsibility."
A fortnight before riding Nereo in 1974, the Duke had 16 stitches removed from a patched-up leg. A week earlier
he had broken his collarbone.
In total, the Duke suffered 107 fractures in his quest to ride the National winner.
Aged 72, he completed the 721-mile pilgrimage to Santiago da Compostella - on foot.
The gallant Duke died On This Day February 18, 1994
Jeff King who was upsides when the Duke nearly jumped across Ron Barry on Straight Vulgan at the second Canal Turn tells this wonderful story
Ron Barry took avoiding action and shouted at the hapless Duke “What the f**k do you think you`re doing!” To which the Duke replied,
“My dear fellow, I haven’t a clue…I have never been this far before!”
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Two decades ago another daughter of Sheikh Mohammed, Princess Shamsa escaped in the UK and was later abducted, drugged and flown back to the UAE
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Sheikha Shamsa al Maktoum, ran away in 2000, aged 19, during the family's annual UK holiday.
She allegedly went to see an immigration solicitor in London to seek advice about remaining in Britain, then travelled to Cambridge.
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While there she was taken from the street and later said it was her father who sent "four Arab men to catch me, they were carrying guns and threatening me".
She claims they drove her to her father's Newmarket home and drugged her before flying her back to Dubai, where she
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Died On This Day 16th February 2017
Article by Chris Pitt
David Trevor Clayton held a National Hunt jockey’s licence from 1963 to 1967 and worked for Edward Courage. He was a contemporary of Grand National-winning jockey John Buckingham and was described in Buckingham’s book
‘Tales of the Weighing Room’ as “a nice chap and a promising young jockey who rode a winner for the stable @TowcesterRaces That winner was on Woodcutters Samba, the 9/4 favourite, in the Rufford Handicap Chase on Saturday, May 16, 1964. It was one of just seven rides David had
that season, most of them being on Woodcutters Samba. That was his sole success.
He rode Woodcutters Samba on several other occasions, over hurdles & fences, and was in the frame a few times, including when finishing fourth in a Towcester novices’ hurdle on Easter Monday 1965.
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