Papa Stour

I put it him in a place yankee earlier thinking it might make the frame. Was v surprised to see a wall of mug money knock it down from 14s to about 7s. When in a mile race it's ridden as if it wants 7f; when in a 7f race it's ridden as if it wants 6f. This is what the form book and our senses tell us.
Tonight it went off like a rocket out of the stalls and led; I thought: 'Right, he's coming last - but what's the plan, where's all this leading to? 5f? 4f?'
Chelmsford is like wading through mud. What is the trade going to do when this new White Paper on gambling stops the addicts who prop up the farce? Back to cash bookies on street corners?