A dark cold morning and the first of the two year olds are having their first look at the gallops , you hide in the bushes binoculars focused on the one in front as they gather speed you notice a bay arrive on the outside and pick the leader up as if it had stood still. Blood pumping and the dream begins again , is it the one that brings home the bacon . You refocus your bins , note the trainer and with shaking hands pencil in the date and hopefully exit without been spotted . I'd imaging that's how work watchers spent their early mornings in the late 40s and 50s, what a life . Don't know what brought that on...
I was 11 years old when Abernant got done on the line in the 2,000 gns. Think I had 6d ew. Turned out to be a cracking sprinter. Was rated 142 by Timeform.
I was 11 years old when Abernant got done on the line in the 2,000 gns. Think I had 6d ew. Turned out to be a cracking sprinter.Was rated 142 by Timeform.
Remember George wetting himself over Green Green Desert b4 his newmarket debut piled in at any odds SP 3/1 Fell out the stalls went right clueless and then Walter got hold of him and flew home to mucho relief all round
Remember George wetting himself over Green Green Desert b4 his newmarket debut piled in at any odds SP 3/1 Fell out the stalls went right clueless and then Walter got hold of him and flew home to mucho relief all round