Ruby Walsh a master of timing off course as well as on it You are soon forgotten in this game. You only have to be retired for 10 minutes and your one Melbourne Cup, two Irish Derbies, three Epsom Derbies and Arcs, four Sussex Stakes, five King Georges, six St James's Palaces, seven Irish Champions count for nothing. When the 17-year-old Dorset lad leading up American Trilogy for Paul Nicholls in the Bob Champion Aintree Legends Race on Saturday looked at the paper, he was not obviously overjoyed when he saw who was riding his horse. "Who is this Michael Kinaney?" he asked. He might have a slightly better idea of Mick Kinane (the "e" is silent) now after the horse strolled home nine lengths clear of the field. Before the race all legends were called in to the stewards" room by the British Horseracing Association's chief medical officer, Dr Michael Turner who gave, or rather tried to give us a lecture, on looking after the one-eyed 69-year-old with one kidney, Richard Pitman. But he was constantly interrupted and barracked by the veterans. He began by joking that though he'd been in the job 20 years he couldn't remember any of us - implying we all as old as Pitman. It was at this point Brendan Powell, who underwent three annual medicals with Dr Turner at the end of his career, piped up: "I'm surprised you don't remember me, Doc" he said. You held my balls and asked me to cough often enough! Tom George was collecting his badges at the owners" and trainers" entrance to Aintree on Friday with his sons when Archie, 11, was asked whether he would like a luncheon voucher. "You could get a cup of soup with it," was the first suggestion. The idea could not have appealed less to young Archie. So another possibility was put to him. Maybe you could sell it then. As the party walked into the course they found themselves next to JP McManus, the biggest owner in the history of jump racing, and his family. Naturally the owner and Tom George struck up a conversation about the day's ahead, but their talk was interrupted when Archie thrust his luncheon voucher in front of McManus and asked if he would like to purchase it at a favourable rate. "No, thank you very much," said the ever-polite McManus, declining the offer. But I like your style.