Han var så lik sin pappa. Inte bara fysiskt, utan även i temperamentet. Han var aldrig en elak häst, men man skulle inte vända honom ryggen, för han var alltid redo att gå. Om du släppte ut honom på hagen var han redo att gå; om du tog med honom till avelsstallet var han redo att gå; om du tog med honom till hans box var han redo att gå. Jag älskade honom. Jag ska ärlig mot dig, jag älskade Danzig.
| He was so much like his dad. Not just physically, but temperament, too. He was never a mean horse, but you wouldn't turn your back on him, because he was always ready to go. If you were letting him out in the paddock, he was ready to go; if you were taking him to the breeding shed, he was ready to go; if you were taking him to his stall, he was ready to go. I loved him. I'll be honest with you, I loved Danzig.
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