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It's Strange the Horses You Remember One thought comes to mind when looking at this year's Randox Health Grand National: romance is well and truly dead. There appear to be fewer stories like the ones that made me fall for the race as a kid, every one weaving a strand of magic into the field and revealing that one day, if we're fortunate enough, among us might stand among the sport's giants in the parade ring. It's weird the horses you keep in mind. There was Dream Alliance, who was bred for peanuts in a South Wales allocation and got rid of pioneering stem cell treatment for his working-class owners, or Ballyholland, the Galway Plate winner named after and followed by a tiny town in Northern Ireland. Iroko 'a far more complete horse because in 2015's race' as group concern warning to bookmakers over Grand National rate Grand National entries to 55 with Cheltenham Festival winner and star mare now ensured runs Then there were the Aintree regulars. Whether it was my precious Black Apalachi, State Of Play or Saint Are, the same grizzled muzzles would return every year to slug it out up the Elbow. Hello Bud was still winging around the popular spruce fences as a 14-year-old, with a baby-faced Sam Twiston-Davies only a handful of years his senior. The dreamers amongst us will be supporting the old-school stayer Mr Vango and his eccentric fitness instructor Sara Bradstock this year, or Oscars Brother and his two-horse Tipperary trainer Connor King, however the race has actually developed to the point where those horses are the exception rather than the rule. Mr Vango couldn't even secure a run in the race last year in spite of winning the London National, Peter Marsh and Midlands Grand National previously in the season, while Oscars Brother will run in the silks of JP McManus having formerly been owned by the unheralded Mak King Racing Syndicate.