“Eddie the Eagle of Horse Racing”: David Maxwell Keeps Flying the Flag for Amateurs

In an age where sports are increasingly the preserve of elite professionals and precision-driven performance, David Maxwell is a throwback

Ed Grimshaw

11/29/20243 min read

In an age where sports are increasingly the preserve of elite professionals and precision-driven performance, David Maxwell is a throwback—a Corinthian spirit amidst a sea of cold, hard pragmatists. Dubbed the “Eddie the Eagle of Horse Racing” possibly a tad unkind, by those who both admire and chuckle at his daring escapades, Maxwell might not always be the smoothest jockey in the saddle, but he’s undoubtedly one of the most entertaining.

When Grit Outpaces Grace

Much like Eddie the Eagle, the ski-jumping legend whose Olympic exploits were equal parts inspiring and endearing, Maxwell's riding style has often drawn criticism from racing purists. There are whispers in paddocks and clubhouses that his technique lacks the finesse of his more seasoned peers, and his rides can sometimes resemble a sack of spuds precariously balanced atop a thoroughbred missile.

But this, surely, is the point. Maxwell’s imperfections are precisely what make him the kind of character that racing so desperately needs. Where else can you find an owner-jockey risking life and limb, not for glory or profit but simply for the sheer love of the game?

“It’s not hard to get out of bed early when you have nice horses to ride,” Maxwell says with the cheery earnestness of a man who has clearly never struggled to find his wellies in the dark. His passion is infectious, his amateur status a reminder of the sport’s more romantic side—a world away from bloodstock prices, corporate sponsors, and the cold calculus of trainer tactics.

The Corinthian Spirit: Racing’s Endangered Species

What Maxwell represents is a fading ideal in modern sport: the Corinthian spirit, where participation is as much about the journey as the result. While the professionals around him count wins and calculate odds, Maxwell brings a refreshing joie de vivre to the course. It’s a quality that racing, often bogged down by industry politics and welfare rows, sorely needs.

Critics may scoff at his unorthodox technique or point to his extensive financial investment as proof that he’s “playing at it,” but Maxwell’s resolve in the face of such sniping only adds to his charm. This is a man who has funded his own career, taken the hits (both literal and figurative), and kept going. That’s not just determination—it’s a refusal to let the cynicism of others dull his enthusiasm.

“The Eddie Maxwell Effect”: Why Characters Like Him Matter

If racing ever finds itself wondering why it struggles to capture new audiences, it need only look at the kind of corporate slickness that has replaced characters like Maxwell. In Maxwell, the sport has a personality—flawed but genuine, idiosyncratic but passionate—who resonates with fans precisely because he’s not perfect.

After all, racing isn’t just about the fastest horses or the sharpest tactics. It’s about storytelling, legacy, and heart. Maxwell, with his cheery grin and unyielding drive, offers a slice of all three. His victories might not always be the smoothest, his jumps may occasionally verge on the comedic, but they are undeniably exciting.

“Fun, Safe, and Flying by the Seat of His Breeches”

Maxwell’s future plans, to keep riding “as long as it’s fun and we’re safe,” are as modest and grounded as his character. Yet, there’s a certain poetic defiance in his words—because Maxwell’s version of “safe” involves hurling himself at 4-foot fences at 30 miles per hour. It’s the kind of understated British madness that Eddie the Eagle himself would surely endorse.

So yes, Maxwell may not ride like AP McCoy or Ruby Walsh. He might have an awkward gallop and a penchant for “big, bold, but bonkers” final jumps. But in a sport often criticised for being overly polished and distant, Maxwell’s down-to-earth approach is a breath of fresh air.

He is, unquestionably, the Eddie the Eagle of horse racing: a man whose triumphs lie not just in the victories but in his sheer refusal to give up. Racing, in all its Corinthian chaos, could do with a few more David Maxwells flying the flag.