Well, as you've asked me nicely...

I wasn't going to write, but then everyone went home straight after the last, so I thought I might just give you the TV races for Saturday. I assume that, like me, you’ll be voiding out, dreaming of a time when Cheltenham didn’t consist of a parade of Green and Gold horses trained by a Willie. Dreaming of a time when Ed Chamberlin wasn’t paid to wring e…