Here is part one of a story to get the blood flowing before some good weekend racing.
In the 90's,a good mate of mine rings to inform me that I am a silent partner in his share( What!!) of a horse left in the stables after the races(What!!).Pack your bag we are off to the winterless north for seafood,drink and racing!(Sure!π). We arrive raceday and head to the stable area where we clap eyes on our "investment" for the first time!
At that point I was feeling a wee bit queasy,and it wasn't from the weekend festivity!Ears like a donkey and hoofs like dinner plates! π€ Cowie, the trainer in the next stall reckons his horse will run in the first three!π I think the race was The Cup that day, trainer(top man) says he is fit,the field is not overly strong,and could be handy for the country circuit in the coming months!But the horse is a "grumpy old bastard "so we are not sure who is going to turn up on raceday!(What!!)
Race time and confidence was not brewing on my side of the table,but we had a couple of nice collects in the betting pool in the earlier races.So we spread it over w/p, quins and trif boxed.
Rolls home at big money and Cowies horse runs 2ndπ€.Go you donkey ear, dinner plated good thing!!
The horse of course is....Midnight Callerπ