I left the England team to it for the first few overs this morning….
Two wickets in the first five minutes would not have been good for the heart, the mind or the soul…
A rally of sorts going on right now. Of sorts. Knife edges. Good for the heart….??
The Racing Post filled with Cheltenham news and ante post prices. Like Christmas, Cheltenham seems to rush around quicker and quicker each year. Not long before I’m pulling up at Heathrow to greet “Man What’s Happening ?” Sean Clancy….
In fabulous news from the other side of that big pond, Clancy’s Riverdee Stable crowned as Champion National Hunt owner. A wonderful achievement by my great mate…
Jump racing in America carries decent purses and enthusiastic crowds. Massive tailgate parties. Several folk who won’t see a horse but will see a lot of the inside of a beer glass. In Nashville one year, there was a huge pickup truck with a hot tub on the back. Pumping music and plenty of dancing…
Wandering into the in-field with an English accent always ensured plenty of chat – plenty to drink and plenty of laughter and a game of “corn hole”. And a lot of, “Mary Lou, come over here, listen to these guys talk, can you say that again…..”
“Hi, I’m George, and I’m from England….”
“Oh My God, your accent is so cute….”
Top work Clancy and Annie. Whose stable has improved in quality and quantity over the years that I have known him…
There is more. But no time right now. A windscreen to fix in Croydon. Why Croydon – not sure…??!!
But luckily en route to Epsom. Almost. Raining hard. Again. Time to beat that traffic….
