12/07/2025
In 2010, a big, almost gangly bay c**t named Frankel made his racecourse debut at Newmarket in England. His trainer was Sir Henry Cecil, who was already a legend but battling serious stomach cancer at the time. His owner-breeder was Prince Khalid Abdullah of Saudi Arabia. And his jockey for almost his entire career was Tom Queally.
From the very first race, people realized they were watching something freakish. Frankel didn’t just win his debut by half a length—he won by 13 lengths going away, like the other horses were standing still.
Over the next two years he raced 13 more times… and never lost once. 14 starts, 14 wins, 10 of them Group 1s (the highest level). He beat top-class horses by margins that simply don’t happen: 6 lengths, 7 lengths, 10 lengths, 11 lengths in one race.
The scariest part? His trainer was holding him back the whole time. Cecil was terrified of breaking him (he had unbelievably fragile forelegs and was injected in the joints before almost every race). So the instructions to Queally were almost always the same: “Let him bowl along in front, but whatever you do, don’t ask him for everything. We just want to get him home safe.”
The one time Queally accidentally let him go too early was in the 2011 St James’s Palace Stakes at Royal Ascot. Frankel took off 10 lengths clear with half a mile still to run. Racing fans thought he would stop to a walk and get swallowed up. Instead he kept widening—winning by ¾ length but under hands and heels while idling. The official margin doesn’t tell the story: he was 15–20 lengths better than anything else in the race that day.
In his final race, the 2012 Champion Stakes at Ascot, the ground was bottomless mud. Frankel hated. He was also drawn on the worst part of the track. For the only time in his career he was headed with 2 furlongs to go by a brilliant French horse called Cirrus des Aigles. For about ten seconds the entire grandstand thought the unbeatable horse was finally beaten.
Then Queally shook the reins once. Frankel lengthened and surged past again, winning by 1¾ lengths going away. Cecil, gaunt from chemotherapy, cried in the winner’s circle.
Frankel retired with earnings of just under £3 million, but the real number is incalculable—he’s now the most influential sire in Europe has seen in decades. More importantly, he gave a dying trainer the perfect farewell and gave racing fans a once-in-a-lifetime memory.