When TV Racing was not dumbed down.

Never really cared for the ITV coverage tbh.

yes but the current version of 'the stars are all wonderful' so let's fawn all over them whilst simultaneously patronising the crap out of the poor mug viewer who doesn't understand now does he poor mite

is infinitely worse, I mean Cunningham, Fitzgerald, Luck, Balding, Spencer...

bleeeeuuurrgghhhh excuse me while I empty tonights steak all over

Nor me salmon, definitely the poor relation was ITV.

There's a youtube (BBC) link somewhere of in the paddock before the '75KG at Ascot. Immediately after Frank Bough (Grandstand) hands
over, Julian Wilson simply announces that this is the best assembly of European Bloodstock ever to witness this scene.   No more words required.

Julian Wilson was always patronising.

If he'd been told one, or had sorted one out, he'd reveal he thought it had a decent chance, just as they were lining up.

NEVER a chance for anyone else to back it, in an I'm better informed than you, but you won't take advantage of my privileged position, patronisingC^nt kind of way.

And he was an utterly useless commentator.

And don't start me on Jimmy Lindley, the maestro hisself.

And Wilson absoltely hated Martin Pipe, coming on the TV and telling people his oss would definitely win the next race.

AGHAST, the t0sser!

Wilson wasn't everybody's cup of tea but I liked him. His autobiography is a great read, not just because it details his trials and tribulations as a punter but also as a social commentary of the day, in particular describing how the offspring of the privileged classes lived their lives in the 60's. He claims to have made a significant profit most years from his punting and his edge came from a combination of being an astute reader of the form book allied with his enviable far reaching list of contacts in the racing world.

Old Wiz was vehemently against Sunday racing in this country yet was always in the Sunday Grandstand for the Irish Derby etc. Encapsulated the double standards of the man.

His book was nauseating stuff and he hated betfair. Complained that he and his owner friends could no longer pinch the prices.

Julian was a terrible snob but he was professional enough as a presenter. Ironically his father was a famous sportswriter for the Daily Mirror of all papers.