"Does she not deserve to be laid into?"
Well, sort of...but a wide rethink of the whole Grand Prix dressage world, and maybe all of Olympic equestrian sport is warranted.
Dressage has had the Cesar Parra thing, some Danish rider suspended, blood n' blue tongue, that Andreas Helgstrand horse mill thing (he said they were riding 350 horses a day or something??? Shit, Willie Mullins only has about half as many in training for a sport less intense than dressage). So much money washing about, so much....stuff . Buying, selling, clinics, brand deals, sponsors, launch events, ambassadors, all the whole circus, and winning, winning, winning, all hamsters on the wheel pedalling faster to beat each other. Victoria Pendleton said in interview recently that she came home after coming 4th in a world championships early on and fucked all her stuff in the bin, because you cannot forge a career out of being 4th. Telly needs Our Golden Girl stories.
How to you pick the winner? The human desire for extremes: big trot good, bigger trot better. The Donald Trump of trots. My horse's hocks are highest, his fetlocks flickiest. "So extra", as they say. Somebody said Reiner Klimke would have come nowhere now, and it's true. He was a lawyer, Anna Grethe Jensen was a secretary, and they used the money to look after the fewer horses they had and everything was a bit more relaxed.
I watched some youtube videos of the warm up arena posted by DressageHub and Epona TV over the past few years. I had always thought warmbloods were more phlegmatic characters than TBs but these look bred to be teetering on the brink of a nervous breakdown, revved and razzed up to the absolute rafters. They flyleap and buck at times, not like a happy youngster bouncing with exuberance but more like they're in some sort of "Falling Down" headspace. They trot like angry overheated robots with riders' heels niggling, niggling, niggling to get the illusion of fire and flamboyance in the ring. You could bred them a bit less, train and ride them a bit more softly and quietly and consistently come about 14th, or razz the absolute bejasus out of them and shoot for the moon, and sometimes you win and it's worth the risk of them blowing their brains in the ring.