Our racing team nominate their race of 2017 - and now we want yours. We'll publish the best responses and you could win tickets to Ascot on Friday week.
There's an awful lot to choose from, starting at Cheltenham on New Year's Day and running through to Politologue's defeat of Fox Norton in the Betfair Tingle Creek at Sandown.
But what was your favourite - and why? Email feedback@sportinglife.com or tweet us @sportinglife. We'll publish the best of them and all those who send across their thoughts will be entered into a draw for four tickets to Ascot on Friday week*.
To help out our racing team nominate their own race of the year.
Matt Brocklebank: Might Bite RSA Chase
We’d seen a glimpse of Might Bite’s inner Mr Hyde when he decided to take the Fosbury Flop approach to being faced with the final fence at Kempton last Christmas, but what happened in the 2017 RSA Chase took his overall level of intrigue onto another scale entirely.
For all that a raised heartbeat, ruddy face or – perhaps more commonly - the feeling of utter dejection, are perfectly common features of the scenes in the immediate aftermath of Cheltenham Festival races, it’s quite rare that complete befuddlement is blatantly the over-riding sensation in the grandstands.
We were all agog with anticipation to see how this ‘flat-track bully’ would even begin to cope with the second circuit of this notoriously difficult race after Nico de Boinville pressed on so soon, but that was a mere tingle of excitement in comparison to what was to come.
The horse just kept galloping and jumping, galloping and jumping, leaving his early pursuers breathless and legless in equal measure. Away dropped Alpha Des Obeaux and Acapella Bourgeois, tossed aside like they did not belong.
Whisper came to pass that pair three from the finish, but his chances of even getting close to his stablemate were surely slender.
Yes and no.
Might Bite fiddled the last two fences, but then something far more alarming began to unfold on passing the cut-away between the hurdles and the chase courses.
He basically stopped to a near-walk, forgetting momentarily what he was supposed to be doing, and allowed the fast-finishing Whisper to at least draw level and possibly just edge ahead.
Dramatic enough, had Whisper gone on to successfully pick the favourite’s pocket, but the fact he managed to find his stride again on the rise to the line and get back up by the narrowest of margins marks it down as the most amazing conclusion to a race.
Might Bite – who casually flicked De Boinville out of the saddle after the line for good measure, in a clear show of ‘who’s boss’ – is clearly a special kind of racehorse and one who keeps us all keen to see more, which can only be a good thing.
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David Ord: Marsha Coolmore Nunthorpe
"Frankie punches the air, he's sure, I'm not". The peerless Richard Hoiles scaled even greater heights with his call on the Coolmore Nunthorpe - and it was a race that deserved such a commentary.
For much of the contest it looked like Lady Aurelia and Frankie Dettori would duly land the Group One showpiece for America, leading the field a merry dance and holding a two length advantage entering the final furlong.
But there was a twist in the tale. Under a right hand drive from Luke Morris Marsha began to relentlessly close her down, stride by stride. To many in the stands - watching on TV and even in the thick of the action in the saddle - it seemed the post had come a stride too late for her. The photographic evidence proved otherwise.
It was a pulsating renewal of the great race - won by a mare who made headlines four months later when being picked up for 6,000,000 guineas by Coolmore at Tattersalls.
If York was a good day for the Elite Racing Club, the cold, dark one in December was even better.
Ben Linfoot: Sizing John Coral Punchestown Gold Cup
The Punchestown Festival signals the last hurrah of the jumps season and with its 5.30 kick-off times for the feature races, spring sunshine (on occasions) and the first Classics of the Flat season on the horizon you’d be forgiven for sometimes forgetting the drama the meeting provides.
But no fan of the sport could forget this year’s renewal of the Coral Punchestown Gold Cup. It was an absolute classic.
Sizing John went off the 9/10 favourite on the back of victories in the Stan James Irish Gold Cup at Leopardstown and the Timico Cheltenham Gold Cup. Twice he had raced over three miles and further, twice he had won. After seeing the backside of Douvan no less than seven times when campaigned at two miles, stepping up in trip made a man of him.
At Punchestown he had the 2015 Cheltenham Gold Cup winner, Coneygree, to deal with. Mark Bradstock’s horse had run just twice since his greatest triumph, but he’d gone well fresh before and spring ground was thought to bring the best out in him.
Then there was Djakadam, the perennial bridesmaid. Fourth behind Sizing John at Cheltenham, it was thought the slight drop in trip would be of a benefit to his chance and he was a strong second-favourite at 5/2 in the betting.
It had the look of a three-horse race beforehand and that’s how it played out –in dramatic circumstances. Coneygree looked on great terms with himself and he took them along at a good clip, jumping like a bunny up front as Djakadam and Sizing John waited in behind.
As they rounded the turn for home Sizing John was rousted along for his effort, Djakadam travelled well and Coneygree still had more to give from the front. With two fences to go, all three had a chance, despite a slight error from Coneygree, and you could say the same thing as they jumped together at the last.
Ability, bravery and a power-packed Robbie Power ride got Sizing John home, by a short-head, from Djakadam, in a thrilling finish. Coneygree wilted after the last but was only one-and-a-half lengths behind.
It was agonising for Djakadam’s connections, but more glory for Sizing John who completed the Irish Gold Cup, Cheltenham Gold Cup, Punchestown Gold Cup treble. “His guts and class won him the race,” said trainer Jessica Harrington afterwards, and there were no arguments with that. He was all heart.