I know it's a bit hard to believe, but Shergar was whisked off to far North Queensland where he raced under the name Ragrehs. The IRA thing was a massive red herring. I have it on good authority that the horse had developed sore nads over night and had been rendered impotent. As a result he was swapped for a well worn cribbage board and a few cartons of Fosters tinnies.
In 1983 I just happened to be in that part of the country and with the good wife's blessing, attended a race meeting at Bobawaba, a small town just off the Bruce Highway. As usual I drifted off down to the stables to cast a well practiced eye over the lovelies. The horses looked good too. And who should be there? Yep, you guessed it, bloody Shergar. I couldn't believe my eyes. There he was in all his glory, but now nutless. I quickly checked out the race book. Sure enough, he was entered in the Bobawaba Cup. He made a mess of them that day. Ridden by Bernie Swin, he coasted to the front on the corner and won by a record margin of 10 lengths. The news of who he was quickly spread throughout the close knit township, and it was decided that the world was not to be told. As a testament to the love held for the horse, a huge 20 meter high bronze statue of Ragrehs now takes pride of place in Bobawaba Square.