1. Betting on any race, however small or large the field, without establishing where any pace is likely to come from or how contested it’s likely to be. Going boots-in with a front-runner set to be taken on by three or four other front-runners rarely yields the desired outcome; ditto backing a horse that stays 6f in a 5f race completely devoid of obvious pace, on the presumption that it’ll still be run to suit.
2. Being put off by big prices when everything else screams in a horse’s favour. Not tipping the 33-1 winner Flamand, the only animal that prevented me going through the card at Stratford during my
Sportsman
days, will haunt me to the grave.
3. Big bets in class 1, 2 or 3 races, especially in big-field events. They’re rarely where my greatest attentions lie nowadays, and it can quickly become good money after bad. Far happier chucking bigger sums at Pointing fancies – Sheriff Hutton this Sunday, here we come…
gc
Adoptive father of two. The patron saint of lower-grade fare. A gently critical friend of point-to-pointing. Kindness is a political act.