I didn't realise what an incredible human being I was until the day Rob Ferguson was shot. Of course, I had known that I was supremely talented (not everyone becomes champion jockey after all) and devilishly handsome too. But until the days that followed my friend's death even I could not have guessed at the depths of my own courage and ingenuity. As we strolled back towards the course, flushed and glowing, I heard raised voices coming from another horse-box and sent the girl on ahead. Creeping up towards the box's entrance I heard Rob Ferguson's voice shouting: