I once had plenty on a quite (locally) brilliant 700 yards scratch handicapper in an open 700 level start on Edinburgh Cup Final night. Black beauty called Blunder. Can’t remember the price exactly but it was as close to a third fav. certainty as I’d ever divined. I had once seen it come away first in a 500 and KNEW when it popped out even the decent southern raiding open racers wouldn’t catch it. I had a big bet for the time on it. Out it came, led around one and two, was fully six clear at the third ( the hare sough bend ) and I’m going hairy. Then one of those wtf is happening moments, you know, mixed with the eefs -grief and disbelief, as he slowed to almost a halt at that bend. Couldn’t believe my eyes as the other five raced by and he tried to give renewed chase, now ten behind. Absolutely gutted. The RM checked its card over the weekend and reported in the Evening News on the Monday night that the dog had never led at that bend without the hare stopping and just did what he always did. The next year’s Edinburgh Cup saw it in the same race against the same level of southern open racers. I watched it closely on the parade. When they stopped to wait on the starter the dog suddenly jumped four feet in the air, then did it again. It was LOUPING! I knew it was on and had a score at 20’s, then another. If it gets beat, it gets beat. Led all the way. True story. One of my favourite memories.
I once had plenty on a quite (locally) brilliant 700 yards scratch handicapper in an open 700 level start on Edinburgh Cup Final night. Black beauty called Blunder. Can’t remember the price exactly but it was as close to a third fav. certainty as
No story of that calibre but years ago when I was a regular as Wimbledon the old S2 grade always fascinated me. Most dogs would run against each other week in week out and invariably each had their turn, albeit a weak grade and dogs you could hardly sell yet I was always drawn to races with the extended trip.
I loved a dog that stayed rather than pinged early, and always followed an old boat called TOOTING BECKY. She was owned by Lord David Lipsey who worked for the GRB and I would on occasions meet him through work. I often asked about the dog but in all truth he wouldn't have known her mouth from her tail. I still believe it was a PR stunt to give the impression he was as in love with the game as us normal punters were.
Anyhow, th rqce that springs to mins was one where i believed with a clear run round the first two bends she would have a right old chance. There was Becky in T2 and another old plodder in T6 whos name escapes me....disregard my above....I have just found the race. To my eye she came there swinging into the last about to go past the 6 but she never did. I had placed my biggest bet in a very long time and gave it the old "AI AI AI".....
Mortified
No worse feeling and has stuck with me ever since.
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date 21 FEB 2006 race 12 22:15 going -0.15 distance 668 m / 731 y type flat_race grade S2 winner 0 £ second 0 £ third 0 £ trackrecord 40.52 sec Black Pear 2 JUL 2005 fastest of year 40.70 sec Greenacre Lin 23 MAY 2006 last q best 41.13 sec Fabulous Sophie 29 OCT 2005 this q best 40.94 sec Star of Dromin 14 MAR 2006 q avg wintime 42.51 sec avg time 42.89 sec this q 126 dogs comment
fin name sex dob color sire dam time dist stime box posts sp kg comment 1st Local Joy f APR 2002 BKW Kiowa Shawnee So * Shining Sun 42.37 16.10 6 1222 3/1 Wide, LdTo1, CmAg6 2nd Tooting Becky f NOV 2002 BK Larkhill Jo Droopys Shauna 42.45 1 16.24 4 5443 9/4F Middle, RnOn 3rd Staley Star f AUG 2003 WF Toms the Best Aunt Maggie 42.47 HD 15.95 2 3111 7/2 RlsToMid, Led2To6 4th Sky Deva f APR 2003 BK Droopys Kewell Dream Deva 42.53 ¾ 16.34 5 6555 9/2 Middle, RnOn 5th Fine Dancer f NOV 2002 WF Concorde Direct Rockglen Raven 42.65 1 ½ 16.38 1 6/1 Crd1&5, Stb6, RnOn 6th Best Dancer m MAR 2001 BK Toms the Best Code Dancer 42.66 SH 16.20 3 4334 4/1 Middle, Crd1
Brill LH.No story of that calibre but years ago when I was a regular as Wimbledon the old S2 grade always fascinated me. Most dogs would run against each other week in week out and invariably each had their turn, albeit a weak grade and dogs you coul
Bad luck Horatio. It’s the disbelief that burns it into the memory. We’re sixteen, something like that, and my mate’s old man likes the drink and goes after the second last, leaving a score for the last race evens fav. I did everything I could to convince Smithy not to play and keep the dough. Roam The Prairie it was called. He would have none of it. Fell out, no show, full of something but definitely not racing juice. He even kept the bookie’s card in case his old man wanted it! Shocking tale I agree but he was chit-scared of his boozing old man. The bookies at Powderhall were brilliant patrons of charity nights and big Open nights and every so often the management threw them last race bonanzas like this one, as thank yous, I came to learn.
Bad luck Horatio. It’s the disbelief that burns it into the memory. We’re sixteen, something like that, and my mate’s old man likes the drink and goes after the second last, leaving a score for the last race evens fav. I did everything I c