(4.5*)
When I was a teenager I was really into horses and horseracing in particular. It was not dressage horses or showjumpers that floated my boat, it was the thoroughbred racehorse. In those days Frankie Dettori became a household name.
Although I barely watch horse racing now, I always retained a soft spot for Frankie and I do tend to keep half an eye still on the big names in the sport. So, even if I am no longer the fan I once was, at least I was aware of all the horses and races named in this book, which helped. I was actually there at Epsom when he won his first Derby on Authorized and that is a nice memory to have.
Frankie tells his story with his usual flair and he tells it well. It was interesting to hear his side of some notable events that he was involved in, from fatal plane crashes to a drug ban to riding those big races. It feels like he is telling you his stories to your face. It did not feel like a book and considering that this is Frankie Dettori, that is fine by me. What endeared me to him the most is how much he clearly loves the sport and the horses themselves.
I listened to this on audio book and though the narrator (Mark Meadows) does not have the familiar Italian accent, he manages to bring that same liveliness that Frankie is famous for. I forgot it was not Frankie talking! A very good fit for this book indeed.
Now, like any memoir that is about a certain sport, it is pretty niche, so it’s hard to recommend in general. I don’t think this is one to pick up if you don’t already know the man, but for me, as someone who has followed him through the years, it was a very good listen/read and reminded me of things I had almost forgotten.