But the extended absence from the sport comes at a time when, post Godolphin, Dettori had hoped to establish himself as the go-to freelance rider in British racing and, maybe, even challenge for a fourth championship.
Cross Counter won the 2018 Melbourne Cup. Marmelo was second. A Prince of Arran was 3rd. Beaten favourites Magic Circle and Yucatan. Heavy rain in the morning meant the rating of the track for Race 1 was 'heavy 8'. During the day it improved to a 'Soft 6'. Cross Counter was $9.00 Win and $4.00Place; Marmelo was $12.00 Win and $3.75 place; 3rd place was A Prince of Aaran at $23.00 Win and $6.50 Place; Finche was 4th $26.00 Win and $7.25 place; Rostroplvich was 5th $21 Win $6.00 Place; 6th was Youngstar $11.00 win $3.50 place. (Youngstar was the first Australian bred horse to cross the line), Cross Counter was ridden by Kieran McEvoy. (HIs third Melbourne Cup success). Cross Counter was a 3yr old (Northern Hemisphere). One punter outlaid $3.00 on a Quadrella of Cross Counter, Marmelo, A Prince Of Aaran and Finche and collected $114,062. The biggest loss of the day with TAB was $100,000 each way on Yucatan. Cross Counter started from Barrier 19 and carried 51kgs. Marmelo started from Barrier 10 and was allocated 55kgs. (However jockey H Bowman was fined after the race for being 1kilo overweight). A Prince of Aaran started from Barrier 20 and carried 53kgs. The crowd at Flemington was 83,701. Cross Counter wore the Royal Blu silks of the Godolphin Stable. 1.84 million Aussies tuned in to Channel 7 for its' final Melbourne Cup transmission. Next year Channel 10 will take over the broadcast. Watch the race: -racing/melbourne-cup/melbourne-cup-2018-live-full-coverage-of-flemington-race-horses-favourites-how-to-watch-and-more/news-story/60dfbdc12e669fb9ccce332b3392502b
Bring me a quart of colonial beer And some doughy damper to make good cheer, I must make a heavy dinner; Heavily dine and heavily sup, Next month they run the Melbourne Cup, And I must to dream the winner. Stoke it in, boys! the half-cooked ham, The rich ragout and the charming cham, I've got to mix my liquor; Give me a gander's gaunt hind leg, Hard and tough as a wooden peg, And I'll keep it down with a hard-boiled egg, 'Twill make me dream the quicker. Now that I'm full of fearful feed, Oh, but I'll dream of a winner indeed, In my restless, troubled slumber; While the nightmares race through my heated brain And their devil riders spur amain, The trip for the Cup will reward my pain, And I'll spot the winning number. Thousands and thousands and thousands more, Like sands on the white Pacific shore, The crowding people cluster; For evermore it's the story old, While races are bought and backers are sold, Drawn by the greed of the gain of gold, In their thousands still they muster. And the bookies' cries grow fierce and hot, "I'll lay the Cup! The double, if not!" "Five monkeys, Little John, sir!" "Here's fives bar one, I lay, I lay!" And so they shout through the live-long day, And stick to the game that is sure to pay, While fools put money on, sir! And now in my dream I seem to go And bet with a "book" that I seem to know -- A Hebrew moneylender; A million to five is the price I get -- Not bad! but before I book the bet The horse's name I clean forget, His number and even gender. Now for the start, and here they come, And the hoof-strokes roar like a mighty drum Beat by a hand unsteady; They come like a rushing, roaring flood, Hurrah for the speed of the Chester blood! For Acme is making the pace so good They are some of 'em done already. But round the track she begins to tire, And a mighty shout goes up: "Crossfire!" The magpie jacket's leading; And Crossfire challenges fierce and bold, And the lead she'll have and the lead she'll hold, But at length gives way to the black and gold, Which right to the front is speeding. Carry them on and keep it up -- A flying race is the Melbourne Cup, You must race and stay to win it; And old Commotion, Victoria's pride, Now takes the lead with his raking stride, And a mighty roar goes far and wide -- "There's only Commotion in it!" But one draws out from the beaten ruck And up on the rails by a piece of luck He comes in a style that's clever; "It's Trident! Trident! Hurrah for Hales!" "Go at 'em now while their courage fails;" "Trident! Trident! for New South Wales!" "The blue and white for ever!" Under the whip! With the ears flat back, Under the whip! Though the sinews crack, No sign of the base white feather: Stick to it now for your breeding's sake, Stick to it now though your hearts should break, While the yells and roars make the grandstand shake, They come down the straight together. Trident slowly forges ahead, The fierce whips cut and the spurs are red, The pace is undiminished; Now for the Panics that never fail! But many a backer's face grows pale As old Commotion swings his tail And swerves -- and the Cup is finished. And now in my dream it all comes back: I bet my coin on the Sydney crack, A million I've won, no question! "Give me my money, you hook-nosed hog! Give me my money, bookmaking dog!" But he disappears in a kind of fog, And I woke with "the indigestion". 2b1af7f3a8