[Intro] [crowd noise, distant galloping] [Verse 1] [fast-paced male speech] We pick them up at the thousand meter mark here in the Cox Plate of 1986. (.HERE WE GO!.......) ...On the rails, dandy andy a harf length to Mar Checkeeta, two lengths to Drawn having a good run from Impramarta. Our Waverley Star' wll want to be far lap. Here's Bonecrusher! He's pulled him to the outside, shooting around them and Our Waverley Star's going with it. Avoriddy at the head of the others with Drought, Dinky Flyer, The Filbert and Tristram. Here come the New Zealanders! Our Waverley Star and Bonecrusher! They've raced to the lead 600 out. Have they gone too early? Two lengths to Drought running up to third from Society Bay. They were followed then by Drawn under the whip at the head of the others, Dinky Flyer. But Our Waverley Star, he's got a harf length to Bonecrusher. He's gone for the whip on Bonecrusher! Three lengths to Drought followed then by Dinky Flyer and Drawn. But the two great New Zealanders have come away at the turn! Our Waverley Star a harff length, Bonecrusher! The big red won't give in! Drought running on. Bonecrusher responds to the whip! The roars of the crowd! He races up to Our Waverley Star! a hunndred out! It's Bonecrusher, Our Waverley Star, stride for stride, nothing in it! Our Waverley Star the rails, Bonecrusher the outside, and Bonecrusher races into equine immortality as he photo finishes Our Waverley Star in the Cox Plate of 1986! Here come the New Zealanders! Our Waverley Star and Bonecrusher! They've raced to the lead 600 out. Have they gone too early? Two lengths to Drought running up to third from Society Bay. They were followed then by Drawn under the whip at the head of the others, Dinky Flyer. But Our Waverley Star, he's got a harf length to Bonecrusher. He's gone for the whip on Bonecrusher! Three lengths to Drought followed then by Dinky Flyer and Drawn. But the two great New Zealanders have come away at the turn! Our Waverley Star a half length, Bonecrusher! The big red won't give in! Drought running on. Bonecrusher responds to the whip! The roars of the crowd! He races up to Our Waverley Star! a hunndred out! It's Bonecrusher, Our Waverley Star, stride for stride, nothing in it! Our Waverley Star the rails, Bonecrusher the outside, and Bonecrusher races into equine immortality as he photo finishes Our Waverley Star in the Cox Plate of 1986! Thank you ladies and gentlemen, that's it from me.Thank you ladies and gentlemen, that's it from me.
