There are few sounds in sport like the Cheltenham roar, but future Festival crowds will have to go some to match the one that will echo around the Cotswolds at half-past-one tomorrow afternoon.
A year on from a uniquely sterile Festival, normal service will not merely resume but be turbocharged by a sense of relief and reunion with this magical place as the runners set off in a fittingly high-class Supreme Novices’ Hurdle in the shadow of Cleeve Hill.
