Winning Ways

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They’re off and it’s My Lucky Day in the 2013 Melbourne Cup. Americain and went from the gates in a flash while Dunaden did it again, settling early into his stride. Ethiopa moved tectonic plates under hoof to call Australia home and repel other Unusual Suspects while Galileo’s Choice, Green Moon and Lights of Heaven looked skywards for inspiration. At the 1000-metre mark Precedence is given to Cavalryman on the charge up Mount Athos while Kelinni neighs “Voila Ici” to Tac de Boistron and Jakkalberry. 1200 to go and the field is bunched as Sanagas lets fly to leave Mourayan in a cloud of methane. Under the whip, Niwot reaches Glencadam Gold who pulls the trigger on Winchester which strides into the lead. Into the home straight they turn and My Quest For Peace has an uphill battle to hold off a fast-finishing Fiorente and Red Cadeaux. But down the outside comes the kiwi connection with a late lunge on the line and ensure every punter is a Zabeelionaire on Cup day!

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