Through which the bold and the brave and the “money no object” brigades march….
Tattersalls Sales grounds in Newmarket in October…
A casual observer with no interest or knowledge of the wider economic picture could easily be forgiven that we are in the midst of raging Bull Markets. Froth on top of high financier bonuses…
The numbers don’t make a lot of sense. But I guess that is one of the most magical parts of this incredible sport. The heavyweights can bash bids to and fro until one is floored and the telephone number bid seals the deal. But to the victor not always the spoils…
A cursory glance through past Sales results show time and again that the multi million pound waves of the arm and nod of the head guarantee nothing. And our sport is truly one where David really does have a chance when pitted against Goliath….
Godolphin, Coolmore, Amo Racing. With wallets filled by varied means. Taking them on is an impossibility. And so “boxing clever” and “sneaking under the radar” is the only way for the vast majority of us. Scraps off high tables. A wish list. But if our wish is somebody else’s too, tough to prevail…
We came home with the most stunning daughter of Coulsty. A stallion whose 2-yr-old stats are right up there. 65,000 Guineas. A King’s Ransom. For some. Loose change for others…
Lot 292. Our new Queen. She’s for sale. Obviously. The shop window looking very good. Christmas is around the corner. Roll up, roll up….
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