The horse himself – as his trainer, as mildly and modestly as possible, now feels compelled to argue – may conceivably be without precedent. The separations of time, of course, ultimately make those of class impossible to measure. It was not so long ago, after all, that the Turf was graced by other paragons in Sea The Stars, or Zarkava, never mind the giants of years gone by. But if you take as your gauge the joy, emotion and theatre that suffused his latest epiphany here yesterday, then perhaps we have never seen the like of Frankel.
Before the Qipco Sussex Stakes, in which only four of them had a ride, the other jockeys poured out of the weighing room and squeezed through the crowds around the parade ring to glimpse the unbeaten favourite. One veteran, a man who has seen it all before, stood next to a retired champion and discussed Tom Queally's options. They watched the pale Irishman hoisted into the saddle by Sir Henry Cecil. "He just has to keep it simple," they muttered.
Canford Cliffs, the big, dappled colt who ostensibly represented the biggest challenge yet to Frankel's immaculate record, looked relaxed and imposing. But Frankel just took the breath away, brawny but fluid. His physique is increasingly pugilistic. Though he was sweating up a little, his overall demeanour was so insouciant that it was easy to accept Cecil's theory that Frankel is outgrowing the reckless exuberance of his younger days.
Sure enough, he cantered to post with a coiled, easy rhythm – hailed as he went, by cheers from the stands. The three others had also been saluted with polite applause, unusual testimony to the tension pulsing through the crowd. Then, at long last, the stalls were loaded. Judging from the breathless hush, they might have been the chambers of a gun. For the first few seconds, Queally seemed menaced by the refusal of his rivals to set the pace. Not everyone, clearly, was convinced that Frankel had "grown up". As it turned out, however, they had played their one and only card.
Once they saw Frankel relax in the lead, his pursuers surely knew the game was up. After the hectic early charges of the 2,000 Guineas and Royal Ascot, this time Queally was conserving his mount's prodigious energy for the straight. Turning in, the two outsiders came off the bridle, and three furlongs out Frankel began to open up. In the wake of his detonation, Canford Cliffs was left hanging abjectly towards the stands rail, punch-drunk. Frankel won by five lengths, a margin unparalleled in four decades, but Queally could barely pull him up.
There was an immediate stampede to the winner's enclosure. Amid prolonged cheers and tears, one gentleman in a Panama called for three cheers for Sir Henry, and was heartily obliged. Most knew of the vicissitudes Cecil had conquered to be here, both private and professional; and some, including Khalid Abdullah, will also have thought of Bobby Frankel. The Saudi prince named his colt in memory of the great American trainer, who in 2009 lost his own battle with cancer, the same illness Cecil has been fighting.
The moment seemed saturated with the nostalgia of years to come, and Cecil sensed that it demanded a corresponding perspective. "He's the best horse I've ever seen," he said. "I don't want to be facetious, and I'm probably wrong. I had a lot of respect for horses like Shergar, and Blushing Groom at his best. And I wouldn't know about before I was born. I can't go back to Tudor Minstrel, or to the days of match racing." He paused, and his reiteration was subtly strengthened. "But I think he's probably the best you've seen."
He almost seemed to be stressing that Frankel transcends the judgement even of a 10-times champion trainer, with 25 British Classics to his name. "I wanted to have an envelope in my pocket, saying 'five lengths or more'," he admitted. "But that would have been bad luck. It's an awful thing to say, but I'm not surprised by how he won. He's improving, much better now than earlier in the year."
Queally, whose intention had been to settle in behind, wore a relieved look after criticism of his aggressive tactics at Ascot. "I decided to use my initiative, and thankfully things worked out," he said. "He gradually picked himself up, furlong by furlong. He was rolling before I wanted, but that is often the case with him, and he was amazing. I'm just very fortunate to be playing a small part in it. He's got that turbo – he's a freak."
Happily, Frankel may well be kept in training, but Cecil and his patron quickly abandoned the idea of trying him over 10 furlongs at York next month. Instead he will be given a break, and could be seen only once more this year, in the Queen Elizabeth II Stakes at Ascot on 15 October – albeit the prince indicated that the Breeders' Cup might yet come under consideration.
Though reluctant to make excuses, Richard Hughes told Richard Hannon that Canford Cliffs did not feel right from some way out. "Either our horse just wasn't himself, or the winner's a machine," Hannon said. "He's either unbeatable, or we should have been closer." The chances are that he was closer than he realised to an inconvenient truth. To nearly every other witness, in fact, he was giving substance to a glorious legend.Reuse content