I hope everyone enjoyed the free trends guide on Saturday for the John Smith’s Cup and had enough on our selection, Wigmore Hall, to pay for a nice weekend. It capped a pretty good week for me which went something like this….
I really like Newmarket, I’ve had quite a bit of success there over the years and remember spending an excellent day on the July course with a big group of family and friends for my 30th birthday. For those of you reading this who were there that day, can you believe it was 12 years ago this Saturday? 1998. France had just won the World Cup, President Clinton was in trouble for ‘ not having sexual relations’ with Monica Lewinsky, Old Blue Eyes (Frank Sinatra for any under 25’s reading this Blog) popped his clogs and James Cameron was making men heave and women swoon with possibly the most hideous movie ever to be committed to celluloid, Titanic. Even the ending was predictable. That was 3 hours 15 minutes of my life I won’t be getting back! At least they can’t make a sequel…..
Oh, and I didn’t have any grey hair or a beer gut back then either.
What I do have now though is a son called Dylan and in the first race Dylanesque was running from the Michael Jarvis yard. I started backing her last season purely because of the name (I know, I know, Rule #237 of the good punter: back with your head, not with your heart!) but she has some pretty decent form and was unlucky on her first run of the season when just getting caught at Sandown. The 10/1 looked a pretty decent each way bet and I had £30ew at those odds. She ran well to finish 6th but not well enough for me to be paid. We should have called our son Folly Bridge…..
In the next I was sweet on the chances of Gene Autry (coincidentally the ‘Singing Cowboy’ also died in 1998) and had £40ew at 10/1. I also had £10ew at 28/1 on Excellent Guest and was going to back Fireback as well but as I’d missed the 28’s in the morning I couldn’t bring myself to back him at 16’s. What fantastic logic that was as Fireback came home a length and a bit in front of Gene Autry at a still respectable price of 12/1. I made a little on the race but missing out on 16/1 winners isn’t a good strategy if you want to make your betting pay. At least my Placepot was still going and after the first two races it was looking like it could pay a few quid……..
I’d done the trends for the Cherry Hinton and Memory was one of the strongest selections we’ve had for a while. I thought she’d be 4/6 but was hoping for evens so when 5/4 became available I couldn’t help myself and had £200 at the price. I also had a £20 straight forecast with Channon’s horse Soraaya. For the first time in ages I had read the race perfectly. To quote the late George Peppard (died 1994) as Hannibal Smith ‘I love it when a plan comes together’….
Confidence in the Priestley camp was now sky high and the solution to the trickiest race of the day now seemed more straightforward. Music Show deserved a change in luck having suffered the worst of the draw in all her last 3 starts and if she was to prove herself the best 3yo filly then this was her perfect opportunity. I’d had £50 at 10’s in the morning and topped it up with another £30 at 8’s. Hughsie rode her beautifully and I was as happy as Larry (though not jazz musician Larry Adler who died in 2001)……
The two year maiden didn’t float my boat and as my Placepot was still going I decided to leave the race alone. It was also time to pick Dylan up from school and take him to the park for the daily kickabout with his mates. I rolled the years back and put on a dazzling display of flicks, back heels, step-overs and volleys. Lionel Messi eat your heart out. Those 6yo kids were no match for me…….
I got home to find my Placepot was still going and the dividend looking like it was going to pay around the £800 mark. I had my doubts about Mata Keranjang winning but thought he’d definitely make the frame and along with Henry Cecil’s Short Break I was feeling pretty good about the race. In an act of extreme greed I also foolishly had £25ew at 21 on Cecil’s horse. Despite what Gordon Gekko may tell you, greed is not good….
The Placepot paid £1300 and the wheels had fallen off what had looked like being a really promising day but there was still Fallon in the last at Newmarket. I had £20ew on Directorship which ran no race and ended the day pretty much how I started it, hating all Directors associated with Ships!
Thursday and the missus had me down for a bit of shopping in Cardiff. Oh joy, 3 hours of traipsing around New Look, Dorothy Perkins and Debenhams being asked my opinion on a variety of outfits she’ll never wear. Which one do you like? The red one? Oh, I thought the blue one looked better. Why bloody ask then! At least lunch in Jamie Oliver’s restaurant was good. I did manage to dodge the obligatory walk around Boots make-up department though and nip into William Hills to have my bets.
Three £10 Doubles and a £2o Treble on Corsica (won 15/8), Elzaam (lost) and Spanish Moon( lost) was disappointing but £40 Critical Moment and £20ew Arlequin weren’t. What did for me on the Thursday (apart from the shopping) was the £60 Ransom Note and £100 Spanish Moon. My losses for the day were small and I lived to fight another day. Unlike Mrs Mary Conroy who died this day (8th July) in 1998. She was 108, and at the time Irelands oldest woman. Amazingly she was all set to sail on the Titanic having purchased her ticket some weeks before but when she found out 5 of her fellow parishioners were travelling to America on another ship the following week she sold her ticket and got her money back. A true story and probably the best bit of ‘greening up’ in history…….
Friday 9th July. Another day another dollar. Unless you’re the 12th President of the United States, Zachary Taylor who didn’t get the chance to earn his dollars having dropped dead of gastroenteritis on this morning in 1850.
Very rarely do things pan out exactly as you think but Friday’s first race went pretty much as I expected with the favourite looking too high in the handicap, Dance East not staying the stiff mile and Sea Lord leading all the way under a terrific ride from Amy Ryan. £4oew at 7/1 was a great start to the day and I spent the next 5 minutes patting myself on the back…
Back to Earth with a bump as my £40 Ecliptic in the next looked good until swerving right, then left and getting beaten a neck. He was fortunate to win his last run at Sandown when his only serious rival dumped his jockey so I guess the hand of fate was just evening things out….
The Bunbury Cup is no longer the Bunbury Cup. It’s now the 32Red Trophy which doesn’t have quite the same ring to it but is my favourite number on the roulette wheel so the omens were looking good. Incidentally, The Bunbury Cup is named after Lord Bunbury who was a major player in horseracing in the 18th century. He’s most famous for tossing a coin with Lord Derby to see who would name the new race for colts and fillies over 1m4f. Lord Derby won the toss and The Derby was born while Lord Bunbury got a 7f handicap at Newmarket for his troubles. Lord Bunbury did have the last laugh though as his horse Diomed won the very first Derby in 1780. He died (Lord Bunbury that is, not Diomed) 31st March 1821.
As it turned out the omens weren’t that good as mine and Gary’s (plus quite a few other punters judging by his price) big hope Noble Citizen ran out of steam some way out. £40ew at 20/1 wasn’t my best investment of the week by some way….
The July Cup and I had it down to three: Starspangled Banner, Society Rock and Equiano. I thought the best policy was £20ew on the two outsiders at 16/1 and two £5 reversed forecasts on each one with the favourite. It was a great race which didn’t quite have a great result but it was my second forecast of the week and I can’t remember the last time that happened, if ever.
Another 2yo maiden race that conveniently coincided with my daily exhibition of footballing skills in the local park. Again I got home to find my placepot was still going but this time it wasn’t going to pay a bumper dividend.
I’d had £50 at 5/2 on Rerouted before I’d left to pick Dylan up but although I got the price I didn’t get the result. 3rd was the best he could do and for the first time ever it wasn’t even Michael Hills’s fault, the horse just wasn’t good enough. It left me feeling completely unsatisfied not being able to blame Michael Hills. Oh well there’s always another day (but not for American actor Rod Steiger who died this day in 2002)…..
Onwards and upwards (which was probably the path taken by Pope Benedict VI who died on the 10th July 983).
I had one thing on my mind today and that was poker. The missus had bought me into a poker tournament as an early birthday present (I’m easily pleased) and was really looking forward to it. It was part of the Grosvenor Poker Tour and as well as the cash prizes on offer there was a shiny trophy and a seat in the Champions of Champions tournament later in the year. Bring it on!
I spent the morning walking around Penarth with the family taking in the joys of Pirate Day. It’s a really fun day where everyone in the town dresses up and while the kids play on the bouncy castle the adults get ‘three sheets to the wind’ on rum and coke. But my mind was elsewhere with dreams of fame and fortune and my enthusiasm for playing Blackbeard (died November 21st 1718) was wearing thin. If I see another inflatable parrot or if someone says ‘Pieces of Eight’ to me one more time I’m going to make them walk the plank….
Obviously on the way back I made the traditional detour into Betfred’s only to be greeted by all the staff wearing cheap tri-corner pirate hats. Shiver me timbers! I’ll give you ‘ahoy, my heartie’ you ’scurvy dogs’! I just want £80 Wigmore Hall please…
And so finally I was able to abandon the eye patch and make for the Grosvenor Casino. Oh boy, was I in for a major disappointment. Just 7 people had bothered to register for the tournament and 3 of those had made the trip from Portsmouth. According to the rules, 10 players were the minimum required for the contest to go ahead but taking pity on the 3 intrepid Hampshire lads the card room manager gave it the green light. We all decided beforehand to take our entry stake back and just play for the Trophy and Seat. For the second time that day my heart wasn’t in it and shortly after Wigmore Hall had won the John Smiths my set of 8’s were rivered by the nut flush. Hasta La Vista Baby….
With my returned entry fee for the poker I’ve bought myself in for the Amateur Poker Championships being held in Nottingham at the end of August. With over 300 entries already confirmed at least that won’t be a wasted trip. I just hope my luck holds until then…
Good luck,
Gavin.