Lester Piggott

The charm of horse racing lies primarily in the animals that do it—their beauty, grace, power and their degree of class. But there is an undeniable attraction to the colorful human beings that make it happen. The purpose of this blog is to share my stories about some of these characters. My requisites in the selection: I had dealings with them, their antics and accomplishments should not be forgotten, and that at least most of them are no longer with us. Cot Campbell

[Editor's Note: Due to an error in source material, an earlier version of this blog had the incorrect winner of the 1984 Epsom Derby. The content below has been corrected.]  

     

Arguably, Lester Piggott is the greatest jockey who ever lived.

I did not know the English rider well, but he was certainly one of the most interesting humans I have ever been around, or known about. He was the quintessence of charisma, but with some distinctly negative vibes thrown in. God knows he did not invite small talk...and did not suffer fools gladly, if at all.

But when Lester Piggott walked into a paddock, or anywhere, you knew "somebody" had arrived.

Lester was called "The Long Fellow" (among numerous other things!), because he stood five foot eight, and did 112 pounds. He should have weighed 145 pounds. He had a battleship gray complexion, a face like a prune, and the disposition of a puff adder. Lester ate practically nothing. It was said that dinner usually consisted of a leaf of lettuce, a glass of champagne (Dom Perignon), and a cigar.

He came from a racing family that could trace its roots back to the 18th century. He began riding races for his father's stable when he was 10 years old. Lester became a sensation, winning the Epsom Derby when he was 18. And then he went on and won it eight more times. He won close to 4,500 races, so to say that he was a superlative rider is not even scratching the surface. Let that suffice. It was also his personality that made him unforgettable.

His personality was fashioned not from traits of exuberance or clownish behavior; nor from charm, warmth, or jovial wit; and God forbid that the milk of human kindness would have contributed to Lester's persona!

Lester PiggottThe makeup of Lester Piggott would have more to do with his fanatical determination to win; his ruthless approach to securing the right horses to do it with; his taciturn, dour, penurious nature; and his completely independent, mischievous, impertinent demeanor.

These are not usually endearing character traits. Therefore, you would think Lester Piggott would surely have been the most detested man in European racing. Not so. While not beloved perhaps, he was accepted and sought after socially. Why? Probably because he has always been authentic. During his years as a jockey, Piggott could, and did, deliver the goods better than anyone else ever had. He was the king.

Lester took the art of miserliness to the same lofty plane at which his riding prowess stood. He had quite a reputation for going on the cheap. This may have been a factor that lead to his conviction of tax fraud. He was jailed for a year. The Queen had bestowed on Piggott the distinguished Order of the British Empire. Sadly, the disgrace of his jail time caused the honor to be rescinded.

He resumed his career as a rider in 1990, and about 10 days into his comeback he came to America and won the Breeders' Cup Mile (gr. IT). In a brilliantly timed race, he produced Royal Academy at just the right moment, came roaring down the middle of the stretch, pumping and flailing and riding like a "man with his pants on fire." Surely one of the greatest moments in the history of the Breeders Cup. Lester Piggott was 54 years old.

One of Lester's greatest talents, and a contributing factor to his enormous success, is that he knew practically every horse in his country and the good ones around the world. I remember seeing him in the winter of l990, vacationing and lolling around the bar at the Hialeah 2-year-old sales grounds in Miami. Dogwood's good colt Summer Squall was in Florida and preparing for a Classics campaign. Lester-in his sly, impudent way-stopped me and said, "You are not going to run that horse a mile and quarter are you?" He thought he knew what practically every horse could and should do. This knowledge and the skillful presentation of it at the right time enabled him to steal mounts from other riders, and did not endear him in the jockey community. He was often abrasive, but when there was a worthwhile objective, he could-in his mumbling, compelling way-charm the pants off of his target. It should also be said that when a fellow jockey was injured, Lester was inevitably the first caller at the hospital.

For many years he was stable rider for the great Vincent O'Brien. When he thought Lester was getting a little long in the tooth, he did not renew the contract. The next year in the 1984 English Derby, the trainer ran the royally bred El Gran Senor for the powerful owners, Robert Sangster and John Magnier. That colt was outgamed in a furious stretch drive to Secreto. Piggott was aboard Alphabatim in the race and even though he didn't win, he couldn't help but offer a dig to the dejected trio as he walked back to weigh in. The rider looked over impishly and mumbled, "Missing me?"

Stories about this interesting man would easily fill a book, and several have been written. The following simple incident probably demonstrates clearly all of the foregoing observations on the intricacies of Lester Piggott.

Lester was invited to go pheasant shooting by Harry Carr, a prominent English horseman, on his property at Wickhambrook, near Newmarket.

Lester was standing in a line of guns between two well-known jockeys of yesteryear, Jimmy Lindley and Joe Mercer. Quite a few birds had come Lester's way, and none thus far had suffered any ill effects.

Toward the end of the drive when the beaters and their dogs had approached to within 50 to 60 yards, a large cock pheasant came running down the fence line.

To Carr's absolute horror, Piggott quickly threw his shotgun to his shoulder and took aim.

Harry shouted, "No, no, Lester! You cannot shoot it when it is running!"

"The bugger won't stand still!" Lester replied and quickly followed this with a blast that practically blew the bird in half.

The rider is very much alive, and, I gather, enjoying a quiet life in England. He has certainly had his share of excitement, and has created an untold amount of it.

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Lights Are On

Great story about a great rider.  One comment, wasn't it Secreto that beat El Gran Senor?  

25 Jun 2013 7:17 PM
Nyfalcon

Oh my that was good reading!! Love English racing & it's colorful history.. Nice to hear your side of it ! Congratulations on your grand New York win !

25 Jun 2013 9:54 PM
Ekuestrian Sarawak

Thank you sir, for another of your interesting article. Lester Piggott is one of the legendary jockey and one of my favorites.  

26 Jun 2013 4:13 AM
BlueHen

Your long string of adjectives had me in stitches.  Thank you for yet another great article.  And congratulations on your Belmont victory!

26 Jun 2013 9:30 AM
nordancer

Lester was indeed the best. Saw him at Ascot decades ago, and people just stared in awe at the presence of this very talented rider.

26 Jun 2013 10:08 AM
EJMitchellKy

Editor's Note:

Lights Are On, you are correct Secreto won the 1984 Epsom Derby over El Gran Senor. Piggott had won the Derby on Teenoso the previous year. Even though Piggott was not on the winner in 1984, he still wanted to let El Gran Senor's connections know that he might have made a difference in the short head that determined the outcome.

26 Jun 2013 2:20 PM
Azeri1

His "taciturn, dour penurious, nature", it takes a great raconteur to make that sound loving!  Thank you for your memories on Lester Piggott. I used to watch him ride when I was a girl and he was a special favorite of my father. And yes congratulations to you and Palace Malice...he is a very special horse!  

26 Jun 2013 2:21 PM
JJefferson

Interesting article but Secreto ridden by Christ Roche beat El Gran Senor. Teenoso easily beat Carlingford Castle in the 1983 Derby with the V O'Brien trained Salmon Leap 4th

26 Jun 2013 2:33 PM
Carlos Fernandez

El Gran Senor lost to SECRETO Northern Dancer Secretariat cross and lost by a short head the Derby great article

26 Jun 2013 2:56 PM
Ranagulzion

A fine tribute indeed to one of the all time greats. Good stuff.

26 Jun 2013 6:55 PM
jarvis

Thanks Mr Campbell for reflecting on the Greatest jockey ! I was one of the lucky kids to have ridden work with such a man while riding out for Henry Cecil in the 70,s..congratulations !!! with palace malice.

27 Jun 2013 11:59 AM

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