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Apart from that, it was the King George that Barton Bank had sewn up, and my ante-post voucher was glittering with gold.
When I say ‘had sewn up’ – what I really meant was 6 furlongs clear with Adrian Maguire only needing to pop the last. A bad blunder, and the rest they say is history – my ante-post voucher ended up going on the log fire
Sorry – this might not be the best time to say that I had a £1 each way double that day – the first was a hurdler (the name escapes me) trained by David Gandolfo and ridden by Jamie Osborne which won at 16-1….and yes, you can guess, being such a Doumen fan – it all went on Algan!! Thing is, when Barton Bank fell (he had the race won), Algan was still about 4th, but Phillippe Chevalier (having his first ride in Britain I think) got a great leap out of Algan at the last.
Mind you, the rough always balances the smooth. What was my BIGGEST ever bet?? Do I need to tell you – Of course – Registana – the greatest!! 2004 Sporting Index Cross Country at Cheltenham…..’Turn left Peter – NO, NOT THERE!!!!’. Also, I backed the vicar in the Grand Military Gold Cup on Friday at 100-1 – 10 lengths clear and gets taken out by two loose horses! That’s racing folks!!!
Darren – AngloGerman
Years ago as a horse racing obsessed teenager my good old dad asked me to put on a bet for him. £5 on Eboneezersdouble 40/1 shot in a 4 horse race. Whatever I decided that it had no chance and didn’t put the bet on.
Dohhhhhhhhhhhh!
You can guess what happened. It was not pretty and a lesson hard learned!Well Chief
Baracouda
Best Mate
Kingscliff
Palasharn
Spirit Leader£1 Heinz
Luckily I’d had decent enough win only bets on them all and, including the multiples, it’s still the most money I’ve ever won but the pain wont go away.
Also, thank feck the photo finish beaten Well Chief was the first race and not the last !
Lee
Librettist I have plucked one
told earlier to the old truffle literati
but have so many
and will recount the others
when I sit next to you
on a leathery bench
having a legal smoke
in hellA breezy day that day
freitag if my memory serves me
Kaffee und Kuchen was served on my fisrt day
but then all I got
was an embarrassed sour grape sneer
when I entered that dark
hole of a shop
stuckup a passage
just off the Zeil.You can smell the fish
from a few shops away
and I brought a bit with me.The crackers (mostly old guys who bet)
in there were full of jollity…to be continued
either on here or therejust put the old pot on
….I will have a cup
now where were we
oh yhas…The crackers ( mostly old guys who bet )
in there were full of jollity
and the tannoy too as it crackled
with tension. You just cant beat radio
for a fogernail finish.My customary large singles
met with consternation at the counter
A schmetterling ( butterfly )
was the biggest bet
I’d seen in there
A thousand marks
but my usual biroed instructions
had a wing missing but
usually got home
but today
today
my mood was different
I wanted to be a cracker
and have a cracker bet
A drierwette
or to the uniformed
a tri cast.I rejected the combo
for a straight
and not wanting to join
the cracker community fully
had a very small bet
about a pound
for the hec
oh how I wanted some jollity
and to join them.I walked out of the shop
the way was cobbled
and I past the fish shop and
over the road.
I was about five
minutes walk away
and halfway home when it happened.( I lied about the pot
I am putting it on now….)…The race itself meant nothing to me
I knew the horses
but hadn’t studied the form
but then all of a sudden
as my left foot followed my right
the race loomed hellish large
in my headI could almost hear the tannoy
I was living the finish
and the numbers were there
my three selections
but differently orderedI just knew the result
I was certain of it
There was an uncanny feeling
mixed in with the friday
and I felt sudenly blessed
and different
at the strange intervention.
I continued on my way
rejecting the episode
with logical thought inspired affirmations
and anyway
I had a cold bitburger
waiting for me in the fridge
and things to do
but despite all this
I turned around
in my tracks
and walked briskly back
in the direction of the shop.something’s hissing
… just poured a hot one
… I arrived just before the race
and just had time to double
my original stake and piss
it over the counter
and listened in with
vigour amist the coffee
and slight fish fumes
and the buchmacher smiled
at the gambleI thought the tannoy
might trip me up…but no
I felt very close to nature
and strangely to god
as the horses
jostled themselves in
in the ordained order.I felt something of a cheat
as he counted out the
marks directly
in front of the eyeI picked up 165 sour pounds
but althought the money was nice
when I laid it
out on the kitchen table
and drew smiles from a very
beautiful woman…It wasn’t the wad
it was the way of it
and this form of blessing
had been a constant feature
of my
very formative betting years
back in England
and it had returned
like a lost gift
near Sachsenhausen
on a blessed fish day.
Also, I backed the vicar in the Grand Military Gold Cup on Friday at 100-1 – 10 lengths clear and gets taken out by two loose horses! That’s racing folks!!!
Ah yes, the venerable Reverend Simon Beveridge.
Bet he could have used a drink after that experience!
gc
PS I KNOW it’s spelt differently. Just run with me on this one…
Jeremy Grayson. Son of immigrant. Adoptive father of two. Metadata librarian. Freelance point-to-point / horse racing writer, analyst and commentator wonk. Loves music, buses, cats, the BBC Micro, ale. Advocate of CBT, PACE and therapeutic parenting. Aspergers.
beverage always makes me think of Horlicks; so probably ok for a man of the cloth….
Oh no, Moe, don’t let Thommo read this thread!
"Beveridge made a right horlicks of that fence, ho ho ho", etc….
gc
Jeremy Grayson. Son of immigrant. Adoptive father of two. Metadata librarian. Freelance point-to-point / horse racing writer, analyst and commentator wonk. Loves music, buses, cats, the BBC Micro, ale. Advocate of CBT, PACE and therapeutic parenting. Aspergers.
Oh no, Moe, don’t let Thommo read this thread!
"Beveridge made a right horlicks of that fence, ho ho ho", etc….
Oh, I should coco(a)!!!
Coat on, door open….
Darren – AngloGerman
1. Having a father who was a home-brew enthusiast from the day it became legal.
2. Missing a date with Claudia Schiffer to watch the 2005 Breeders Cup.
3. Reading a topic that contained a missive from Gamble.
Oh, I should coco(a)!!!
Coat on, door open….
Too right!
gc
Jeremy Grayson. Son of immigrant. Adoptive father of two. Metadata librarian. Freelance point-to-point / horse racing writer, analyst and commentator wonk. Loves music, buses, cats, the BBC Micro, ale. Advocate of CBT, PACE and therapeutic parenting. Aspergers.
1995 i think. I would have been 21.
I asked my ‘mate’ to put a £20 double on for me because i was going shopping and he was going for punt. I got back from my shopping trip and asked him how it got on. He couldnt look me in the eye and i started to get worried.
‘I – I – I was late in getting it on’, he stammered.
‘Yes Rob…and?…’
Well you know the rest….Mehtaaf at 7/2 and Ansellman (1000 runner sprint handicap at the curragh! ) at 14’s if memory serves me.
I worked it out the next week as i was quite angry at the time. Over £1300.I had the pleasure of bumping into him for the first time in about 8 years the other day and just held my hand out, he laughed…i didn’t.
Did he or did he not get it on? I still wonder…
You can guess what happened. It was not pretty and a lesson hard learned!
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