Sunday’s Racing Post. A fascinating piece by David Jennings on the Master of Ballydoyle….
Riches beyond compare in terms of firepower. What a joy it must be to see so many regally bred heads looking over stable doors at every turn. Pressure too. Sport is defined by winners…
At the end of the season, nobody follows up the question about how many winners you have trained with, “oh, and how many seconds and thirds….??”
“Second is effing nowhere” as the late great Mick O’Toole told me at the bar one afternoon at Ascot….
Winning defines. So does losing…
Our year pretty much defined by a Royal Ascot head. Our Olympics. Our Gold Medal. The difference between Gold and Silver is a massive yawning void…
Aidan – “It’s not five or six days a week, it’s seven. And it’s not 22 or 23 hours a day, it’s 24…”
Yup, good point. If somebody could invent a switch that numbs the brain at silly o’clock in the morning when the doubts and worries cascade into the darkness, they would be a billionaire. But “switching off” is hard in so many walks of life – and busy is good blah blah blah…
An exciting time of year. Actually, and luckily, in this game there is no time of year that is not exciting. New Yearlings bring new life and hope to the place. New dreams. Plenty of Sales to go before the Turkey is carved. A Bahrain team that needs bolstering. We are akin to a Football Manager piecing together a squad for foreign forays….
Marsh Benham a non runner yesterday as Brighton’s ground turned proper fast…
Bath today. DANGER ALERT (Jason Watson). A tough draw and a 16 runner field. Roll those dice with a horse in good form…
Rachel at The Labour Conference. Waters seemingly muddier than before she took to the stage…
Ben Keith of Star Sports – “Everything we have built and our entire industry and sport’s future is depending on the decision of someone who has never betted in their life…..”
November 26th. Etched in diaries in thick ink. Pivotal….
But no point ending with Rachel doom and gloom – so here’s a throwback to a cool evening in Istanbul. Tallulah picking up the trophy. These are the days. This is why we do it…
