While last weekend saw a momentous day for Sue Smith and all of her team up in Yorkshire, the Grand National failed to capture my own imagination this year. I've always been of the belief that the Grand National meeting is an event for the general public: Cheltenham, on the other hand, is the meeting for the racing public. I will admit, that seeing a 66/1 shot cruise to victory in the National was a nice end to the week, I was more excited to watch Cue Card get within four lengths of the invincible Sprinter Sacre earlier on in the meeting. Why is Cheltenham then not held in such high regard by the 'muggles' of the racing world? To begin I am a huge fan of the Grand National. The giant fences at Aintree, the oohs and aahs as they come to the first fence; everyone remembers when they watch their first National. But it's just one race. Cheltenham crowns heroes and heroines 28 times throughout its four day festival. Every year there is a horse for every race that is a 'cert' in the eyes of the betting public, and every year there are surprises around the corner. The brilliant novice hurdler My Tent Or Yours, won soundly at Aintree, but just couldn't stay on up the perilous slopes of the Cheltenham hill. Dynaste, another horse that won quite solidly at the National meeting, was pipped in the Jewson. It's the surprise winners that make me stand up and gaze in awe at my television screen. Sam Waley-Cohen, the amateur jockey who often gets harsh criticism, coming home on the first day aboard Rajdhani Express gave me a rather wry smile. If the Grand National each year is a drama, action changing from fence to fence, then Cheltenham could be a whole series; never a dull moment throughout each season. That's not to say that Cheltenham didn't have it's share of predictable winners. Quevega, already a Cheltenham legend, broke records by winning the same race for the 5th consecutive year. Bob's Worth, despite not running since the Hennessy Gold Cup back in December, put all doubts aside as he sprinted up the hill to claim the big one: the Cheltenham Gold Cup. This was the first time in many a year that neither the legendary Kauto Star or his stable mate Denman where in attendance, and with the world champion hurdler Big Buck's out injured, there was a fear that this year could see a lack of a real superstar. If Cheltenham 2012 belonged to the sadly departed Synchronised, then 2013 saw the crowning of Sprinter Sacre. Rarely do I watch horse racing, and struggle to keep my eyes off one horse. His jumping is flawless. His speed is incredible. Sizing Europe. the horse that Sprinter Sacre beat by an astounding 19 lengths, came 2nd in the Queen Mother Champion Chase the year before. And the year before that, he won it. This was a horse that was in amazing form, a horse that is one of the best over two miles. And Sprinter Sacre not only beat him, he probably would've lapped him if he tried. With the loss of Frankel and Kauto Star, racing needs rock stars. Every year Cheltenham sees the crowning of these immortal figures. Look no further, than Sprinter Sacre.