The body was upright, the head held high and the right arm aloft but the smile spoke volumes. Tony McCoy reached his 3,000th winner over jumps at Plumpton yesterday, in the process transforming what would otherwise have been a day as perverse as the weather.
A stampede developed for the winner’s enclosure as McCoy drove the Nicky Henderson-trained Restless D’Artaix home on an afternoon when horses resembled jet skis on the rain-lashed surface. Punters fled the sanctuary of the bars to hail the master as McCoy, ghost-like and gaunt of face, responded with a rare public display of emotion.
I feel privileged to ride 3,000 winners but I don’t intend to stop now, he said. From day one I always wanted to ride as many winners as possible. It has taken a lot of falls and a lot of hard work. It is not something I would ever play down.
Fittingly, McCoy reached the landmark at the sort of venue where he has posted the vast majority of his winners. It was a filthy day, one in which the strongest thrive. At its close McCoy had bagged the brace he needed to avoid another potentially frustrating spell of weather-induced inactivity. It was almost too close for comfort.
Needing one more winner for the magic number and partnering Miss Sarenne on his penultimate ride, McCoy luxuriated in two lengthy looks behind as his mount approached the final flight in splendid isolation. However, Miss Sarenne’s front legs crumpled on landing, pitching her nose into the ground and McCoy clean over her head.
The jockey appeared inconsolable. His eyes never left the ground as he trudged the long walk back to the weighing room, having fasted for two days to make the weight. I got down to 10st 4lb and then that happens, he reflected later, but I always thought Restless D’Artaix in the last was my best chance of the day. Not for the first time, his judgment was vindicated.
No jumps jockey comes close to McCoy’s litany of records. He was quickest to 1,000 winners and quickest to 2,000 by the fact that no jockey before him ever reached that total. Yet he remains underwhelmed, almost as if he is not cognisant of what he has achieved.
I am very lucky, he offered. I have a good agent in Dave Roberts and the ideal job with J.P. McManus, but this is not something to take lightly. It will probably be hard for someone to pass my total but records are there to be broken. Nothing is impossible. I’m sure someone will come along who rides more winners than me.
Darkness had enveloped McCoy by the time he returned from weighing in to take the plaudits. After spraying the obligatory champagne – as a teetotaller, he had little desire to take it home – he obliged every autograph request despite standing in the deluge. To see him like this was to recognise just how fortunate racing is to have him in its ranks.
Hopefully, one day, someone will be able to say that I have been an all right jockey, he said, almost apologetically. I’m delighted for my mum and dad, who have been very supportive.
The secret, he maintained, was simple. To be successful in any job you have to enjoy it. Then it doesn’t seem like work.
It has taken McCoy, 34, five years to ride his last 1,000 winners, which is remarkable for one whose natural weight and height are at odds with the ideal riding physique. He talked about riding for the next ten years – that’s a joke, by the way, – but was unwilling to admit that too much else was beyond him.
Is 4,000 winners realistic, he was asked? I don’t see why not.