No Match for a Headstrong Polo Pony, Prince Charles Winds Up on a Real Downer
updated 06/30/1986 AT 01:00 AM EDT
•originally published 06/30/1986 AT 01:00 AM EDT
Charles, 37, a skilled four-goal player, didn't have time to ask, as his young chestnut gelding, unnerved by an eight-horse scrum, reared in the Bell's Scotch Whisky Trophy match last week at England's Windsor Great Park. The Prince slid backwards out of the saddle and was deposited bottoms-down on the field, right in front of the reserved seating stands. Whereupon half a dozen spectators immediately—and happily—turned their cameras on him and began clicking away. Propped on his arms, a disgusted Charles remained on the ground for a good 30 seconds, while an impervious Pedro bolted for the far side of the field.
The nasty tumble topped an already off day for Charles, whose side lost to a team led by Charles's polo manager, Maj. Ronald Ferguson, who also happens to be the father of Prince Andrew's intended, Sarah. "I played terribly!" lamented Charles. "I missed every shot I had."
Still, the afternoon was not a total loss. "The press got what they came for, didn't they, when I fell off?" a more composed Charles asked later. "It's all right, it has happened before." It may happen again. But what can you expect from a reining prince?