A tale of two Saturdays – one super, one sorry. Which is the problem?

Which would you rather have: too much of a good thing or too little of a good thing? At this time of year the dilemma is thrown into relief. On one hand we have Super Saturday, a day so saturated with racing (and other top quality sport) that it is hard to compute. On the other hand, this weekend, we have Sorry Saturday, about which a team of cheerleaders would find it hard to raise a grin.

We like racing, don't we, otherwise we wouldn't be here. So surely a great deal of racing in one place, at one time, is a good thing. Newmarket, York, Chester, Ascot, the Curragh – if we can dismiss the perceived obligation that we have to watch everything everywhere, greedily sucking up the plankton of maidens and ordinary handicaps along with the big fish of the July Cup and John Smith's Cup, then we can skim for highlights and stay compos mentis.

It isn't necessary to afford Southampton striker Charlie Austin the status of a racing guru for his comment in Monday's newspaper that 'you can never have enough good racing in one day', but he's right.