He’s a little guy, and when he picks up canter and throws in a buck he looks more like he should be heading in for a children’s jumper round than an international one.

It’s hard to marry the image of McLain on stylists like Sapphire with that of him on the scrappy Royal Belgian Warmblood who goes around the ring with his ears permanently pinned. But if you’ve watched Rothchild fight for McLain over the years, you know it’s impossible not to fall in love with him.