‘He never put a foot wrong’
RICHARD JOHNSON had plainly forgotten how long it takes to muck out. When he is finally finished, he phones back offering apologies more profuse than a best man late to the wedding of his lifelong friend.
Four days into retirement and the muchdecorated jockey is skipping out stables at his family’s farm in Herefordshire. He is not so much resting on his laurels as consigning them to the attic. The morning’s chores serve to confirm that his decision to draw stumps at Newton Abbot on 3 April was the right one.
“I felt good about it when
