In all seriousness, I'm inclined to agree with you. I believe that the process takes place in non E.U nations. There was a rather unpleasant Panorama programme that focused on the barbaric trade in horses about a year back. Some are lucky to be made into handbags or glue but the majority of old horses face the nightmare of 'Gladiathorse'. This 'sport' goes years back finding it's roots in the Ural Steppes where the knackered old Steed makes it's last stand. They are pumped up with a lethal cocktail of anabolic steroids and have their teeth filed down to fangs. They have a flail welded to their tail and have spikes attached to their worn out hooves. The training is intense where they're forced to drag clapped out old Soviet tanks up hills and trot on the spot. Many don't make it through the first stages. The one's that make it, well...lets just say you'd come to a sticky end if you tangled with them To make matters worse the people involved in this vile tradition often pit the finalists in this brutal blood against weaker opponents. To be fair though they do give the weaker of the two a headstart. It starts by the referee shouting "Contendor, you will go on my firsht wishel. Gladiathorse, you will go on my shecond wishel." Apart from that the skin tight lycra suits are just inhumane.