The Premio Roma is a Group 1 flat horse race in Italy open to thoroughbreds aged three years or older. It is run at Capannelle over a distance 2,000 metres (about 1¼ miles), and it is scheduled to take place each year in November.
The event was established in 1911, and it was originally contested over 2,700 metres. The inaugural running had prize money of 50,000 lire.
The race was shortened to 2,100 metres in 1913. It was extended to 2,200 metres in 1919, and increased to 2,800 metres in 1925.
The Premio Roma was given Group 1 status in the 1970s. It was cut to 2,000 metres in 1988. It is currently Europe's last top-level flat race of the year.
Most successful horse (2 wins):
Leading jockey (6 wins):
Swimmin' in s... I've got all on command
Always, everywhere I've got something to do,
The screams of blockheads - almost shootin' the dead
Oh! What's the stink, revolutions in my brain!
On one command we wake up, we're a mob
Followin' the madmen we bleed by our eyes,
And one shout gives us a dream
A big problem we've got - can we dream or not?!
His stupid snout and arms like a buffalo
His carrion will fill up empty spaces in a battle - array
Curses like a bandit and leaps at the wall
Notorious fool - automatic uniform
He knows so little, but here he's the law
He didn't make efforts to get on my nerves
I hate his laughter, it isn't sincere
He reacts to command - an animal intellect.
They talk about it and try to frighten
They talk about that - delude by rewards
My carrion will fill up this empty place
I'll stay unknown - driven into concrete.
I'm a shooter and a target, I'm a hero - killer.
If I kill more I'll get a monument
I'll die with desire, I got their word:
Fire will burn over my head!