I was never interested in the Grand National, in the slightest, until 2 or 3 years ago when the Fiance (who has a lot to answer for, by the way) asked me to pick a horse for him to bet on. I picked Hedgehunter cause I liked the name, and it went on to win, so every year since he has pestered me to pick a winner for him, despite my misgivings about the whole thing.
I watched it this year (because I couldn't motivate myself to get my arse off the seat to leave the room) and it was horrendous. I got twitchy every time the horses approached the fences, with their wee legs flailing, and their eyes popping in their efforts to jump the unnecessarily-high fence. And then hearing afterwards about all the poor injured horses having to be put down.
I don't care about the jockeys getting hurt, they get paid to do it. What do the horses get though eh?! Some oats if they're lucky, a broken leg or two and a syringe full of lethal drugs...