– Melbourne Cup, 1965?
– Light Fingers. – ’88?
– Empire Rose. – 1974?
– Think Big? You let the others ride with different trainers,
why can’t I? – Because you’re not ready.
– I’m ready, Dad. – Michelle came last, Dad.
– Yeah, I noticed that, Stevie. – Michelle came last, Dad.
– Thanks, Stevie. Don’t say it, Stevie. You’ve got a fine career in the country. I don’t want a fine career in the bloody country. I want to ride Group 1s, I want to be the best. You’re out of your mind. Get married, go travelling and have kids. I don’t see you telling your husbands to give up. A girl’s never going to win the Melbourne Cup, mate. The only thing that matters is the odds you give yourself. I do want to see you settled down and happy. – It’s OK, dad. I found the one. – How many legs has he got? – Can I do this?
– I know the horse can. It’s gonna be a champion. Go Michelle! You’ve found it, little girl.