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THE Seoul Olympics in 1988 was probably the best Games I went to – partly because it was my first, but also it was a long way to go and an amazing country, a whole new experience.
I'd started working for Nick Skelton two years before. Preparing for my first Olympics was daunting, but the federation sent us trunks with a list inside telling us what we could and couldn't take on the flight – things like wooden-backed body brushes aren't allowed.
The British team of Nick, David Broome, Joe Turi, Malcolm Pyrah and Michael Whitaker stayed at Hickstead for the week before we flew, to get the team together and train in the arena. That was quite a week – we were worn out before we