Aged 33, the Duke - having ridden in French steeplechases - made his Grand National debut in 1952, putting up ten pound overweight on his own eight-year-old Brown Jack lll (Pic), trained by Peter Cazalet.
In 1927, a young Spanish boy, aged 8, - who would become the 18th Duque de Alberquerque - sat in a cinema watching a newsreel of the Grand National.
In that moment, an impossible dream was born.
Born on the 15 December 1918, the boy - Beltran de Osorio y Diez de Rivera
Aged 33, the Duke - having ridden in French steeplechases - made his Grand National debut in 1952, putting up ten pound overweight on his own eight-year-old Brown Jack lll (Pic), trained by Peter Cazalet.
His second attempt came eleven years later aboard the Irish-bred Jonjo (named after its joint owners John O'Hagen and Joe Thompson).
Together the 44-year-old Duke and the 13-year-old Jonjo completed the
In 1965 the Duke took a bad fall from Groomsman at Valentine's and was taken to Walton General Hospital with a broken leg
His ride in 1966 was on the doubtful stayer
He was back again in 1973, pulling Nereo up at the Canal Turn. He finished 8th on the same horse the following year.
Yet another bad fall a week before the 1975 National resulted in yet another broken leg, ruling him out of the race,
Understandably, for his own safety,
He was barred from riding again in Britain
The Duke was furious, saying: 'I don't understand it. It's my body, my horse and my responsibility."
A fortnight before riding Nereo in 1974, the Duke had 16 stitches removed from a patched-up leg. A week earlier
In total, the Duke suffered 107 fractures in his quest to ride the National winner.
Aged 72, he completed the 721-mile pilgrimage to Santiago da Compostella - on foot.
The gallant Duke died On This Day February 18, 1994
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