Lyon, France—April 21
It was a clonk that echoed through the arena. The crowd sucked in their breath and raised their eyebrows. Cornet d’Amour swished his tail. And Daniel Deusser snapped out of the nervous fog he’d been in.
Deusser had it all to lose, and he’d just gotten really lucky at the first fence when Cornet d’Amour rubbed it hard but left it in the cups.