For many race-goers and fans watching on TV, the whole point of jump racing is the danger. That’s the thrill. Car racing tickles the same receptors for a different set of folks.

My brother-in-law loves motor sport. I don’t get it, myself — in real life it’s noisy and hot, stinking of fuel and exhaust, and on TV it’s just machines going in circles. When something bad happens, he’s all excited, but all I see is a natural consequence of combining speed with centrifugal force.

Jump racing at least offers the spectacle of beautiful horses doing remarkable things, but it’s spoiled by all the humans involved.