Black Caviar delivers
THE glitzy part of the car park might have been a Kardashian or two short of a frenzy, but the girl 85,112 people had come to see didn't disappoint. Black Caviar's fame is real, and she always delivers on her promise.
She waltzed down the Flemington straight for a 16th consecutive win, leaving half a dozen rivals for dust and commentators fishing for words to do her justice. None captured the scene so sweetly as the sound that accompanied her taking the lead 400 metres from home, as the cheers of young and old were lifted by a communal fluttering of salmon and black flags.
This was family day, the last of the Flemington carnival and, with apologies to Sandown's upcoming epilogue, tacitly the end of another spring carnival. A record Stakes day crowd will talk of having been there long after reality TV stars are forgotten, a privilege that was shared by Black Caviar's connections, who mopped sweat from brows and gushed with relief.
''There is the expectation that she's there to win, and you don't want to disappoint anyone who's turned up to see her,'' jockey Luke Nolen said, acutely aware of the pressure to keep that perfect record intact.
''But they are racehorses, and anything can happen on a racetrack. We cross our fingers and toes every time I go out,'' he said.