Prince Harry Draws a Crowd at the Greenwich Polo Club Prince Harry playing in the Sentebale Polo Cup exhibition match in Greenwich, Conn. The event drew a couple of hundred guests, including a few celebrities and models, and a similarly large number of media people. GREENWICH, Conn. - "It's ballet at speed," Malcolm Borwick, captain of the Sentebale team, said Wednesday morning, referring to polo, the so-called sport of kings. Like many top athletes in the sport, Mr. Borwick follows a peripatetic international circuit, playing 110 games a year that take him from Florida to the Gulf States to Brazil. Most prominent among his three teammates on Wednesday, the man who had drawn the satellite trucks and the camera crews and 200 members of the international press and another couple of hundred paying guests to the Greenwich Polo Club on a cold and rainy Wednesday morning was, of course, Prince Harry, the ginger-haired rake who currently stands third in line of succession to the British throne. "If you're super optimistic, and very positive, as Harry is," you'll be effective on the field, suggested Mr. Borwick, a six-goal player. As it happened, the prince's optimism, if that's what it was, carried the Sentebale team, named for the charity he sponsors in the African nation of Lesotho, to success. As polo goes, it was a middling game, notable for some strategic defensive plays by Dawn Jones, the sole woman player; some spirited runs by Nacho Figueras, the Argentine heartthrob (and six-goal player) and Ralph Lauren model; and for the reality that nobody in the stands paid the slightest attention to the doings of anybody but the English prince. "It must be so hard, being Prince Harry all the time," said the Canadian model Jessica Stam, who despite the suburban setting and soggy weather, was dressed in a severe structured black dress by Thom Browne and a pair of that designer's stiletto wing tips. "Everything is Prince Harry, Prince Harry, Prince Harry," she added. Wouldn't it be nice, she said, to be just plain Harry every once in a while? File under: "Never Going to Happen." True, the prince has made some admirable attempts to escape the stultifying formality of his role and position. There was the notorious 2012 strip billiards game in a Las Vegas V.I.P. suite, for instance, a public relations debacle the memory of which his brief recent tour of the United States was intended to erase. While arguably, in the age of smartphones, the prince's night in Vegas showed little evidence of a sharp and calculating intelligence, it probably did an awful lot to raise his Klout ratings, which is never a bad thing. Google "naked prince" and see what that gets you. Next try ribbon-cutting prince. That it was not the ribbon cutter people came out for on Wednesday could be judged from the swooning crowd of women in elaborate hats and fawning men in pastel cashmere sweaters and spectator shoes and also the highly attentive designer Valentino Garavani, who arrived with Giancarlo Giammetti, his business partner - both in down puffers and with meticulous coiffures, their skin tanned a hue reminiscent of the ribs special at Dallas BBQ. The 28-year-old prince appeared after guests had been seated for a tented lunch whose sponsors included Royal Salute whisky, Range Rover and Garrard jewelers, and delivered a short speech about his charity. As his mother once had, he spoke with feeling about the effects of H.I.V. and AIDS on children in sub-Saharan Africa ("It is dangerous to have it and even more dangerous not to talk about it," the prince said) and then sat to a meal of beef tenderloin, a salad of mesclun with peas and baby carrots, and the rapt attention of every single human in the room. "He's really normal," Karolina Kurkova, the model and the prince's right-hand neighbor at lunch (Stephanie Seymour was at his left), said after the meal ended. By that time many of the more forward guests - the television personality Gayle King was one, Mr. Garavani was another - managed to defy security injunctions against approaching the presence to barge up to the table and bend the prince's ear. "It can't be easy," achieving normalcy, said Avril Graham, executive fashion and beauty editor at Harper's Bazaar, adding that in the life of the royals, "You're shunted from place to place, and everything is shined up and repainted. And we all know what it's like to be with people who are used to having things done for them. We do. They are spoiled and pettish and imperious and regal and in general in no apparent way like the British prince, who conducted himself in such a low-key fashion that he did seem sort of normal, or as normal as anyone can be whose grandmother is Queen Elizabeth II. "What do you think my chances are with Harry?" a young socialite wrote on the back of her place card, slipping it to a friend across the table. Though the reply was positive, the logistics were likely to prove a challenge: the young prince was leaving for England right after the game. "Do you think," the young woman added in a postscript, that a mutual friend might "diss him because he's a ginger?" At a guess, this reporter thought not.