After the Lance Armstrong interview with Oprah where he said nothing new and while I wait for his former girlfriend Sheryl Crow to really tell it like it is and the weird story of the fake girlfriend of NFL football player Manti Te-O, I really needed the simplicity of a good old fashioned race meeting and where one can enter a zone where all the clitter clutter is shut out. That Mr Lance is a bad man. A very bad man.
Despite being an overcast afternoon, Sunday At Shatin promised this with the ongoing battle royale between the Road Runner and Wile E Coyote- Zac and Dougie- another clash between Ambitious Dragon and Glorious Days with some adamant that both these horses could be beaten in the Stewards Cup by California Memory and how open was this year’s Classic Mile.
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I tried to run away from THIS type of clitter clutter, but it was difficult when trapped in a crowded elevator and a person with broccoli between their teeth and having just enjoyed something fishy spraying you with this information- and FUCKING LOUDLY.
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Richard Gibson’s Gold-Run was not a good thing? No, he belched and with Garlic Boy, Happy Era and Rainbow Chic being tipped by “insiders” to stop any gold rush. But Dougie Whyte got off Happy Era to ride Gold-Run? Had he pulled the wrong rein?
“Waaaah, diiiiiuuuu, Wai-tak!” guffawed my unknown friend as he picked something outta his teeth and nonchalantly rubbed it on the door of the elevator as I jumped out and did a runner.
As discussed with a friend recently, there are two things one cannot teach people: Class and common sense.
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While making my way towards my table for some peace and quiet, I ran into the interesting Balu Chanrai, the Hong Kong Indian businessman who somehow managed to inherit Portsmouth FC and which is now tied up in all kinds of litigation and financial woes.
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Balu also had some inside information and which he scribbled on a piece of paper and handed to me with a blink which almost blinded me. He is a strange chappati and I don’t know what business he does. Maybe monkey business? Haha!
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The scribbled tips I chucked away. Win, lose or draw, I like to make up my own mind and not get drawn into the bloody blame game.
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After listening to Jenny From The Paddock mention some warm and sweaty roly poly before race 1- I never bother with the first two races- the first, a grim class 5 affair- went to Lotus Love ridden by Alex Lai while race 2 was taken out by the hot curry pot ridden by the lukewarm Brett Prebble this season. All quietly birdie num num strange.
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Race 3 went to the very VERY impressive first starter for John Size in Sea Dragon. Ridden by Dougie Whyte, it gave nothing else a chance and looks like another of those Size runners that could easily string together 4-5 winners.
What on earth Howard Cheng was doing whacking the wayward second favorite in the race- Smart Volatility- beats me. No, wait: Don’t beat me. I might like it too much!
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After The Zac Attack got one winner back, The Roadrunner and Wile E Coyote were unplaced on the hotpots in race 5 which was taken out by The Hobbit- Little Timmy Clark- on first starter Smart Man for Johnny Moore Moore.
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He had been doing all the work on the horse and The Hobbit knew exactly what he was doing. It really was a brilliant ride and underlines the fact that Little Timmy Clark is one of the top three riders in Hong Kong. It was also a great Welcome Home pressie for wife Miss Jade.
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With the Zac Attack and the Durban Turban having bad luck on what were again the hot curry pots,Umberto Rispoli, who has really made the most of some poxy rides, blew the Triple Trio apart by winning on the 19 to 1 shot Alpha Grand which led all the way for David Hall, it was time for the first of the Clash Of The Titans- the Hong Kong Classic Mile.
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Despite all the pundit nehrus frothing at the mouth how Gold Fun could be beaten by Garlic Boy, Rainbow Chic and Happy Era etc and some knob reminding everyone of The Durban Turban’s record on hot pots, the Richard Gibson-trained Gold Fun won ridden hands and heels and eased down.
After the race, those same pundit nehrus were to back-peddle down the Ganges and hum and hee haw and talking, how you say, roti with some sour grapes chutney.
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It was a great Group 1 win for trainer and jockey. End of story and put a gobstopper in it and smoke it.
The Durban Turban wasn’t over yet. He stuck it up the Punjab by taking out The Stewards Cup with John Size’s Glorious Days.
It was an impeccable ride and with arch enemy Ambitious Dragon not finishing in the placings, these being filled by excellent runs from Dan Excel and California Memory.
Two nice touches to this race: Timmy Clark congratulating Dougie after the winning post and the very laid back celebrations of Size and Whyte. What a class double bubble act.
After another win by Brett Prebble and Umberto Rispoli, a very popular man with the ladies, I took the bus and went home singing the big hit by Patel called Rolling In The Ganges.
I screamed out the line, WE COULD HAVE HAD IT ALL, and then realized, I DID have it all. We all did: great racing, big crowds and seeing the best jockeys in the world riding in Hong Kong together led by the best in the world- Douglas Whyte.
Before I got to the bus stop my friend Mr Winfried stopped his very fast car and screamed out for me. I thought he was going to give me a ride but he just waved and said everything was up.
I looked down at my brinjal area, but it was down. But Mr Winfried was very up and nearly fine.