The favourite doesn’t always win, which is why people bother, supposedly. November again. Silly money goes on nice sounds: Amelie’s Star, Rekindling. Who’d call a horse US Army Ranger? And why? We browse for real horse names (Gallante, Big Duke) but it’s nigh useless, confronted with Bondi Beach and Max Dynamite. The loaded horse? Good breeding leads to weird compounds: Almandin, Marmelo. A horse named Johannes Vermeer, okay, but Thomas Hobson? In the sweep we settle for Humidor, ready ourselves to yell at the TV: Cismontane!!! We’d flutter on Who Shot the Barman, only it’s Who Scratched the Barman, inexplicably.