YOU could have called Burrows Saint as the most likely winner of Monday’s BoyleSports Irish Grand National from a long way out. Even when Whisperinthebreeze went clear across the top of the track, you could see that Ruby Walsh was motionless in behind, apparently unperturbed. His mind was probably racing, but his body was still. Everything easy and efficient. Make haste slowly.

Of course, Burrows Saint had to see it out. He had never been beyond three miles before in his life, and there was a point at which Isleofhopendreams mounted a challenge. But, in truth, it never really looked like the gallant 12-year-old would catch his stable companion. Second for the second time.