You don’t bounce so easily at 40 and last Thursday, after 25 years, it was one fall too many. Without fanfare or fuss, a fit Tom Scudamore quit the saddle. There will be days when he will miss the adrenaline-charge of driving a horse to victory in the shadow of the post, the thrill of making up a horse’s mind in the right split second before a jump, the quiet satisfaction of having clicked and pushed a crusty old handicapper for three miles to gain a young trainer an unexpected victory.