In no particular order:
Patrick Mullins face and body was so caked in mud he looked like he'd just completed a shift down a coal mine when he got back to the winners enclosure on Facile Vega. But the look of pure joy Patrick and Willie shared when he dismounted was something I'll remember for a long time. It didn't really have anything to do with racing - it was just a very personal father and son moment. Willie looked so proud of Patrick and Patrick looked so pleased to have given his dad that moment of joy. I probably haven't explained it very well but it certainly struck a chord with me as I stood in the pouring rain a few yards the other side of the paddock rail.
Anyone who had a hefty wager on Tiger Roll will have to forgive me but I thought this race was the finest moment of his entire career. It was truly heroic even though it ended in defeat. To watch him roll back the years at the age of 12 and stride ahead in the closing stages was simply epic. Then to see him keep on battling all the way to the line against a Gold Cup horse was lump in the throat stuff. Thought Davy and Jack handled it really well by returning to the paddock side by side so Tiger could get the send-off he deserved. And what a send-off. It didn't matter that he'd lost, everyone wanted to salute an equine legend - Tiger will live in our hearts for a long time.
Agree with
archie that watching Galopin Des Champs walk away after his fall was certainly the moment of greatest relief at the Festival.
Went to Gold Cup Day with my wife and Vauban finally put me in profit. So we splashed out on a couple of those ridiculously priced Champagne flutes in the bar below the parade ring. Standing there in the warm sunshine watching the horses heads bobbing in the paddock before the County - after backing a winner to get ahead of the game with the person who always brings me luck - was just great. I wouldn't have wished to be anywhere else on earth.
I've always loved football but I'm not a big fan of footie chants in the winners enclosure at the Festival. But there were still huge crowds (the biggest I can remember) outside in the sunshine when the horses were at the start for the final race of the meeting. I was completely puzzled when hundreds (if not thousands) of punters in the Best Mate grandstand started chanting and waving their arms. The sound of singing was drifting across the track on the breeze but it was difficult to make out what it was all about. Then loads of punters in front of the main grandstand joined in - followed by punters up in the posh seats. The chant was Please Don't Take Me Home, I wanna stay here and drink all your beer, please don't please don't take me home. It was just fantastic, such appropriate words felt by everyone with the curtain about to come down on the Festival. Absolutely brilliant the way two groups about 100 yards apart joined together to form an impromptu and well lubricated choir with everyone sharing the same sentiment. I've never seen that happen before at the Festival but I hope it becomes the annual swan-song before the final cavalry charge.
I'd struggle to pick one jockey or one horse to highlight as the sweetest moment but the 2022 Festival will surely be remembered for Rachel completely breaking the mould for women jockeys - and for being such a grounded and modest superstar to boot.