LEXINGTON, KY--It's pretty pointless rolling back to the clock, to so very different an era, to contrive a blasphemous conflation between "the 'F' word" and "the 'S' word." But even if we leave the polemics over Flightline (Tapit) and Secretariat to run their trite course to futility, in one respect the 39th Breeders' Cup made it feel just like old times for the Europeans, as well. True, a similar caveat should be applied to the notion that Godolphin and Ballydoyle here reprised the kind of rivalry that reached such intensity...