Sunday 13th. Once again we overcame the diverse weather conditions and had a really good WINNING July Cup meeting. We won just over 30 points on the meet, after a terrible first day, on ANDY BELL. Yesterday was our best day with two winners at advised prices of 4/1, ESTIDHKAAT ,9/4,WHEN WILL IT END and an ew 2nd at 11/1, AKTABANTAY, so we rounded of the meet once again in top form.
I think it was the quietest July Cup day I can remember, obviously the weather on Thursday and Friday had put a lot of people off coming.
My pin didn’t drop luckily on our free tip REX IMPERITOR as he finished where most 50/1 shots do, last. Seriously though, I shall be backing him again, as he has a big race in him, which I had confirmed yesterday and we will be on.
The Dons overcoat was a requirement for day 1 and 2, but for the life of me I really didn’t see the need for it yesterday, as I had to even remove my tie, yes, I was wearing a tie, as it was sweltering. I suppose there is a distinct possibility that it was last nights alcohol seeping out.
Manchester Pete, thankfully had the good foresight to follow me in with a £400 at 7/2 on ESTIDHKAAT and than a £700 on WHEN WILL IT END at 2/1, resulting in two happy chappies walking down the tree avenue towards the car.
It’s the World Cup Final tonight and to be honest I have as much interest in watching that as I would helping Simon “Basil” Holden pick some new suits. Old Donny boy is still taking the Arthur Bliss, regarding the Bollinger, to be honest I don’t give a flying, but it’s good to name and shame.
Pete and I stop at the Wagon and Horses in the high street, when the absolutely bonkers Fran used to run the place, it used to be a real buzzy place and always packed, unfortunately the bank never got ANY of his takings, Greedy Joe Coral hovered up 99% of that.
Poor Fran, was one of the worlds worst gamblers, but also one of the worlds nicest blokes and the story goes, because thankfully I wasn’t present, that Fran had got in well over his head and borrowed a very large sum of money and not kept up the repayments, unfortunately the lenders were not as lenient as Barclays and took him for a drive to a quiet little place to sort this oversight, shall we say, out, talk about taking the bull by the horns, in his most fluent southern Irish accent as soon as he was ushered out of the car, he said “do me a right fucking favour, now, shoot me, right here.” I don’t know what the resolution was and don’t want to, all I can tell you is Fran is still here to tell the story, all be it not in the Wagon any more.
We leave the Wagon for another of Fran’s ex haunts, Kentford Cock and true to form Joe Coral ruined this place as well. Its also not half the place it was, although I don’t think the vat and tax men will agree.
We get to our final port of call nice and close to home, The Swan, where we discuss and analyse three varying days at the July Course over a couple of lovely bottles of Chateau Neuf De Pape and a good steak.
Pete has left mine by the time I rise at 7am on his four hour journey back up the M14 and M6. I hear the final was as dull as Basils suits, so we didn’t miss much. Todays racing looks just as dull, but I do manage to find three selections and email them out.
Not much happening today, too wet to grass cut, the system is close to overload, so I plan a couch day, only to be scuppered by demands to go out for lunch, which after three days of, not all work, I can hardly refuse.
I arrive home, after a nice lunch, to see both my horses have got beat and a non runner, incredibly there are comments on Facebook regarding the two loses, amazing creatures some gamblers, we have won over 30 points in the last three days, at a very difficult July cup meeting, over 300 points last month, well over 500 points this year and anybody would think that two losers today is the end of creation, well I really don’t know, but I just smile and think tomorrow is another day.
Monday 14th. Many, many moons ago, when I was at Great Yarmouth, if you can remember, David Brown said his unraced WAR ALERT would win, we backed him at 7/1 and he was backed down to 2/1 fav on his debut, but was withdrawn because of the softening ground. When he did finally make his racecourse appearance and came third, the ground was also blamed. Today he is running at Windsor, with no fears of ground issues, so I email out a big punt and advise taking the 9/4 on show.
Breakfast with The Fixer (Owen) this morning, who is sitting at the top of the BETFAN tree with well over 100 points profit already this month, I can’t have him taking our lofty position, I will have to slip some extra Tabasco sauce on his eggs and put him out of action and in the Karzy for a few days.
For once I decline a lunchtime libation with the fixer, as it would be nice to have a couple of normal days after my exploits on the rock.
Good job I didn’t succumb because as soon as I arrive home, I am asked to look at a race on Saturday with a view to having possibly big punt. Now the long wait until this evenings runner.
WAR ALERT is travelling well and two out looks all over the winner, in a matter of strides he is headed at the furlong post, Marmite Spencer, who today must be loved, as he bustles up WAR ALERT and gets his head down right on the line, great ride and a great price as he is returned at 5/2.
A very nice winning day for a quiet Monday and we have a really nice winning day.
Tuesday 15th. WAR ALERT winning yesterday has us climbing the table again and we are sitting in the middle, without having a decent run yet, YET!
A winner already today, my moans and groans must of echoed around the glens last week as our Tuesday columnist Jimmy Brooooooown spruced his up and dropped that copycat diary idea. Lol.
I am heading to Yarmouth this afternoon for the evening racing, the fields look smallish and have another distinct look of a favourites night.
I email out three selections before I leave, BORDER BANDIT 13/2, MASON HINDMARSH 9/2 and GALACTIC HEROINE at 6/5. I also advise backing BORDER BANDIT and MASON HINDMARSH in a win double.
The trip to Yarmouth is going without any great dramas, until I am halfway and get a call saying not to forget we are booked in The Suffolk Hotel tonight. Oh crap, I don’t let on that I had totally forgotten and have brought absolutely nothing with me for the overnight stay, oh well, I can’t let them down and there are plenty of shops along Regent Road, where I can soon buy some undies and smellies in the morning.
Yarmouth is quiet again tonight, I just wonder whether Arena Leisure are pulling a fast one by shutting the doors in early September for “remedial” work to the track and allegedly re opening next June. Now all you Dick Francis readers, what about if a bomb is found under the track, or a mine shaft or sand subsidence or Martians landed and it couldn’t reopen, oh what a shame, Arena Leisure are left with the headache of marketing a multi million pound house building project. Mmmmmm maybe and hopefully not, you read it here first.
BORDER BANDIT wins with ease and we have the first leg of a very big double started. Graham Lee is constantly looking over his shoulder as if he wants to get caught and beaten on GALACTIC HEROINE and he does.
MASON HINDMARSH is carrying our colours, because he is our second leg of our double and returns us over 160 points profit if he wins. With such a big win looming I email out a small hedge on two other horses which look dangerous in the race.
Unfortunately it’s one of our hedges that wins the race making us a profit, but no where near what the double would of paid.
Gutted at not copping our double I can’t be bothered staying in Yarmouth and head home.
Wednesday 16th. Some of my texts should not be repeated this morning, that I received last night after letting the boys down by being a non runner round Yarmouth last night.
It was a favourites night at Yarmouth as I had thought as six out of seven won.
We nearly hit it big again yesterday, but unfortunately it was not to be and we had to settle for another small profit on the day.
We don’t trouble the scorers today which is most annoying as we can’t get going this month as it seems one winning day and than one losing. It will happen my network of contacts is to strong for it not to.
Nothing really happening today or tonight, but don’t worry we have a big ending to the week.
Thursday 17th. I am catching the 2-12pm train to Doncaster for this evenings racing as I am mad keen on backing Ruth Carr’s, KING TORUS. I email him out as a near maximum ew bet at 4/1.
Basil’s Stable Line “Cold” column makes me giggle, maybe yes I am not the greatest techno freak, but he forgot to mention, at least I had a mobile to turn on, he didn’t , as he lost his last night. If it’s not bad enough everybody nicking my diary column idea, the cheeky git is even using MY Games teacher gag, come on Holden if you don’t shape up I won’t give you any more drinking lessons and you’ll have to ship out.
The trains are running on time and I hit Donny at 4-40, just enough time for a quick spruce up and change at the hotel and on to the track.
Donny is very quiet tonight until Captain Bailey and his crew walks into the owners and trainers. With his habitual pink bubbly and a wry smile him and his mob join me at my table and I think things could possibly get out of hand here tonight.
I put everybody around me on KING TORUS so the pressure is firmly on, not for long as he kicks two lengths clear at the furlong post and wins very easily at 7/2.
I’ve had a great win and also picked up a very nice wad of cash from the not so happy William Hills rails bookmaker.
The bubbles are now freely flowing and the Captain is in top form and the charisma of this 75 year old Gentleman trainer always seem to attract a predominantly female crowd, which isn’t a bad thing as a dark haired beauty stands out and The Greyhound Master would of been in his element as one of the ladies in our party is a lady who trains 150 greyhounds, what a looker, if this is what all lady Greyhound trainers look like I may jump ship and taboo she has given us what she thinks is a good thing for next week, I shall include him in my email for all that are interested.
We are the last to leave the owners bar and I am thankful that I have a hotel booked as all the Newmarket boys are moaning that the A1 is closed and they have a 5 hour drive to look forward to.
A very nice Chinese on the main drag and a bottle of wine and that’s me for the night.
Friday 18th. I wake up with the dark beauty on one side and Greyhound Ruth on the other, oh ok in my dreams, reality is my head is banging and I have to be on my toes as I am catching the 9-17 train out of Donny and heading to Newmarket for tonight’s racing and not forgetting the Beech boys, who are performing after racing, who I shall not be staying for I hasten to add.
An incredibly busy day and I have five very live horses that we need to be backing, luckily I have a forty five minute wait at Cambridge and with the Cloud wifi I can get everything emailed out.
I have arranged to meet Roger Varions head lad, Joey and also the main work rider for the boys in blue in the Wagon. I want to add these two to my already strong flat racing portfolio if I can.
This afternoons office is the Wagon and we have a few beers whilst watching the racing, beats most offices I bet. The deal is done and we have two great new contacts that we can rely on and the Boys in blue have a maximum nap next week to kick us of with.
Joey says that that we will be having a big bet at York next week as well as the horse he is riding is flying on the gallops. So if you’re not a member maybe it’s time you were.
We get to the track nice and early as the track will be full of flowery shirts and straw hats tonight to cheer on the Beech Boys.
Captain Bailey looks non the worse for our Donny exploits and jockeys agent Paul is his normal reserved self. The racing is ok, but nothing special and our Mr Haggis horse which had apparently come on a stone since last year is rubbish and looks to have regressed.
A quick exit before the last and homewards in ready for tomorrow.
Saturday 19th. This morning is a real nightmare as we had the mother of all thunder and lightning storms last night and lightning struck our pole and has knocked out our internet and phones.
Today should be fun as I have promised to take the one and only Great Alfonze racing with me, so next weeks column is not to be missed.
Today’s free tip is 8-00 Haydock PROFESSOR to win at 5/2 Ladbrokes, very strong.
“No hour of life is wasted that is spent in the saddle.” Winston Churchill
Hehehe I am laughing already about what the Great Alfonze will cock up or what muddles he will get in today.
Never, never, never give up or get caught.
Back next Saturday.