I’VE been to four Olympics and ridden four different horses. Some have gone well, but there have also been disappointments – you can only do the best with the hand you are dealt.
The one that stands out is Atlanta 1996 because Ready Teddy won gold. But my first Olympics, Barcelona 1992 on Messiah, were probably more memorable.
We’d already won double gold at the World Equestrian Games in Stockholm, but nothing compares to the atmosphere of the Olympics. Barcelona was particularly dramatic, in flashy Spanish style. Walking into the stadium for the opening ceremony with the whole New Zealand team, you were hit by
