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Sean Rua, sorry, I wasn’t there yesterday (sadly), and can’t add anything to the debate.
What I would say is that many, many horses hate fibresand as much as some punters. I’ve walked along the track on a few occasions and it is extremely thick and deep – people often don’t realise just how deep it is. It takes a special horse to race through it.
Horses like Kilkenny loved it – this Swinbank horse may not have done so,
Thanks Ginger and Maxilon.
Ginge, my feeling is that
unlicensed layers on the Exchanges generally "defy" the "formbook" when they confidently expect a short ‘un to lose by backing its demise with serious money in what can only ever be an odds-on bet.
I would seriously doubt that they base their opinion on an ability to read form more accurately than your good Self, or Max, or Fists, or, any of the many experts here.Just my own feeling; obviously, I lack the advantage held by the Exchange overlords, who must be able to see clearly what is going on. I’m afraid the much-vaunted "transparency" is about as clear as mud to my tired old eyes!
Max,
I always read your posts, so I was aware that you’d said you may not be attending the beloved Southwell as often as before. I hope all goes well, whatever. Pity. The place won’t seem the same without you and the regular, knowledgable gang.
Yes, that sand does look deep, imo.Sean, I’ve had a terrible week. These are the first sandpit meetings I’ve missed for two years. It’s been tough. *sigh*
If I never had another bet again, I wouldn’t miss it, but I’d miss going to Southwell. I moved up here from Nottingham in order to go racing regularly and absolutely fell in love with the place.
I can take or leave the town – a soulless cross between "The Stepford Wives" and "Deliverance" – but the racecourse itself is just brilliant.
I remember someone on here uncharitably saying they’d be happy if it never reopened after the flood and I was shocked. Had this person ever been? The sweetshop, the endless, sweeping vista, the dislocated sense of being in the middle of nowhere and that no-one will ever find you; the bracing blasts of healthy winter air and the paddock, spacious stands, bars, bookies, Tote, eateries and the gloriously intimate winners enclosure all situated within easy walking distance of each other, like a dog track.
Favourite backers are in their element and what other track can you bet on where you can immediately eliminate eight out of ten of the field on surface grounds? You get a good crowd there even on a freezing Monday and I’ve ended up, from scratch, being friends with a good fifteen of the patrons there who are all very loyal to the place.
Even when I’ve had to walk up the Long and Winding Road when the betting gods turned against me (which was often), I’d rather be at Southwell than just about anywhere else. Particularly stuck at a desk being harangued by a menopausal harridan undergoing one long anxiety attack, as my new job entails.
I’ll be back though when the banks start lending money to self-employed businessmen/punters again….
Best of luck, Sean. Max.Good luck with getting back to Southwell Max. As someone who managed to get a 15,000 word University dissertation out of the place I won’t have a bad thing said about the place, Southwell (the Minster, Saracens Head pub), Rolleston (the church, station with trains leaving for Nottingham about 1 1/2 hours before the last race) etc.
Great place – prefer the jumping there mind
Shh, don’t tell everyone!
Southwell is great, but, it may be best that it remains much maligned and misunderstood.
Thanks for your posts, gentlemen.
I’m currently undergoing a crash course in percentage betting theory, under the guidance of Sir Gingertipster and others, so, the next time I attend the sandpit, I hope to be in top form.Irish, don’t tell anyone but I used to go to the jumps meetings too – (don’t want to ruin my AW cred).
Met our own Jeremy, the great Cartmel fanatic, there a few weeks back and I’m sure he will confirm that on that day there were eight dirty great obstacles getting in the way of a good slowcoach contest Sean, you want to watch that new fangled Gingertipster value approach – I wish I’d never heard the bloody word!! Chasing the value cleaned me out faster than a long legged blonde, and like anyone who has ever been cleaned out by a long legged blonde with a naughty smile and a mini-skirt, I was too bewitched to notice what was happening until it was far too late.
Read Tooting’s brilliant post in one of the other threads from last week.
Value is dead – (at least it is in my house)
Best of luck today.
Irish, don’t tell anyone but I used to go to the jumps meetings too – (don’t want to ruin my AW cred).
Met our own Jeremy, the great Cartmel fanatic, there a few weeks back and I’m sure he will confirm that on that day there were eight dirty great obstacles getting in the way of a good slowcoach contest Portafences – check!
Sweet shop – check!
Sir Bob perambulating across the Southwell sward – check!
Mark Slater’s gently effective commentary – check!
Maxilon and I putting the world to right – check!A very good day indeed – here’s hoping for more of the same during the course’s fattened-up jumps programme next year.
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