Re: Betting Chat : Wed Oct 12, 2011 7:34 pm  

mwildcats wrote:

3:15 N - Midsummer Sun
3:45 N - ESHTIBAAK (Nap)
4:20 N - Wrotham Heath

Good luck

Good shouts

The last hacked up.

Re: Betting Chat : Wed Oct 12, 2011 7:38 pm  

Wrotham Heath best 2yo at Warren Place.

Re: Betting Chat : Wed Oct 12, 2011 7:47 pm  

Live Wired wrote:

Up against 6 other group 1 winners, dont think the straight course will suit him as much as a turning course, been on the go since april, but not run since the Sussex. Owner has put Bullet Train in there to act as a pacemaker, but I can't understand why he has Cityscape running aswell. He's got decent group 1 form to his name. People seem to be under the impression he needs soft ground, but his sire ( Selkirk), was perfectly at home on a faster surface. Think he's about 25s for the race, which looks ew material to me.

Richie;

Do you still keep in touch with Stan and Voaksey?

Frankels last run was to RPR of 137 which is 11 better then anything in the field

When you add to that Sir Henrys comments on it growing up since the Sussex and being easier to train, we could see something even more impressive then its already done so far.

Cityscape would do well to get on over on Dick Turpin for once.

Re: Betting Chat : Wed Oct 12, 2011 8:04 pm  

Live Wired wrote:

Richie;

Do you still keep in touch with Stan and Voaksey?

I moved to Leeds last year so lost contact to be honest. Not seen Stan for a couple of years to be honest. Voakesy, I met up with him in June. Hes doing really well now to be honest, but not spoke to him for a while too.

Re: Betting Chat : Thu Oct 13, 2011 8:56 am  

Wire_85 wrote:

Frankels last run was to RPR of 137 which is 11 better then anything in the field

When you add to that Sir Henrys comments on it growing up since the Sussex and being easier to train, we could see something even more impressive then its already done so far.

Cityscape would do well to get on over on Dick Turpin for once.

could very well be right regarding Frankel, but I gave up on RPR's when Masterminded was given a laughable figure after winning the QM. There's enough ammo against him, so a lay is my way forward.

Re: Betting Chat : Thu Oct 13, 2011 2:47 pm  

Roonaldo6 wrote:

I moved to Leeds last year so lost contact to be honest. Not seen Stan for a couple of years to be honest. Voakesy, I met up with him in June. Hes doing really well now to be honest, but not spoke to him for a while too.

You're just an honest kind of guy aren't you?

Good stories btw, great read.

Re: Betting Chat : Thu Oct 13, 2011 6:54 pm  

I never seemed to be short of money when I was an apprentice. The money was'nt great, but I had a bit of scam going with the wages clerk. At the time, I was watching Liverpool home and away, and the wages clerk's hobby was collecting football programmes. He liked me pretty much from the 1st week I was there. I had a few old progs which I gave to him. ( 1 was the Liverpool/Juventus final at Heysel- printed in Flemish.) From then on, I bought him that weeks Liverpool prog, and he'd sort me out some overtime payments that I never worked! Usually got a sat morning and all day sunday, or if it was a midweek away game, I got the full weekend and 3 nights midweek overtime. Quite amazing really considering I was getting paid whilst watching neighbours and the news in midweek and usually on a train sat morning going to wherever Liverpool were playing and sleeping off a hangover on a sunday, then watching Warrington!!!

The other little scam was taking the lads betting slips to the bookies at lunchtime. This was an apprentice's job, that only 2 or 3 of us were interested in doing. Basically, from 11-12am, walk around the 5 bays ( each the size of a football pitch), collect the bets and take to the bookies. 12.30- 1.30pm was spent going back through the 5 bays and giving the slips back to the lads. In return, the apprentices were given 10% of any winnings. It was an unwritten rule that everyone agreed to, and always paid out in honesty. The lowest I was ever given was 16p!! 20,30 even 40 odd quid was pretty common takings for an apprentice in a day. Do that twice a week and your wages had doubled...

Many a time, you'd hear comments about jockeys or trainers.." useless lover", " always let me down", " fiddling f%cker" etc, and after a certain amount of time, I started to notice that certain jock/trainers let me down, whilst others were always winning for me. ( or so it seemed). Trainers and jocks to avoid were Pipe, Brooks, Eddery and Scudamore, whilst in the good books were, Wragg, Stewart, Chris Grant, Michael Roberts, Gordon Richards and the brilliant Arthur Stephenson. Quite simply, the favoured 1s horses were bet, whilst a line was put through the b@stards who continually let me down.

Re: Betting Chat : Thu Oct 13, 2011 7:45 pm  

I never seemed to be short of money when I was an apprentice. The money was'nt great, but I had a bit of scam going with the wages clerk. At the time, I was watching Liverpool home and away, and the wages clerk's hobby was collecting football programmes. He liked me pretty much from the 1st week I was there. I had a few old progs which I gave to him. ( 1 was the Liverpool/Juventus final at Heysel- printed in Flemish.) From then on, I bought him that weeks Liverpool prog, and he'd sort me out some overtime payments that I never worked! Usually got a sat morning and all day sunday, or if it was a midweek away game, I got the full weekend and 3 nights midweek overtime. Quite amazing really considering I was getting paid whilst watching neighbours and the news in midweek and usually on a train sat morning going to wherever Liverpool were playing and sleeping off a hangover on a sunday, then watching Warrington!!!

The other little scam was taking the lads betting slips to the bookies at lunchtime. This was an apprentice's job, that only 2 or 3 of us were interested in doing. Basically, from 11-12am, walk around the 5 bays ( each the size of a football pitch), collect the bets and take to the bookies. 12.30- 1.30pm was spent going back through the 5 bays and giving the slips back to the lads. In return, the apprentices were given 10% of any winnings. It was an unwritten rule that everyone agreed to, and always paid out in honesty. The lowest I was ever given was 16p!! 20,30 even 40 odd quid was pretty common takings for an apprentice in a day. Do that twice a week and your wages had doubled...

Many a time, you'd hear comments about jockeys or trainers.." useless lover", " always let me down", " fiddling f%cker" etc, and after a certain amount of time, I started to notice that certain jock/trainers let me down, whilst others were always winning for me. ( or so it seemed). Trainers and jocks to avoid were Pipe, Brooks, Eddery and Scudamore, whilst in the good books were, Wragg, Stewart, Chris Grant, Michael Roberts, Gordon Richards and the brilliant Arthur Stephenson. Quite simply, the favoured 1s horses were bet, whilst a line was put through the b@stards who continually let me down..

Re: Betting Chat : Thu Oct 13, 2011 8:00 pm  

My First Ever Bet With Grandad

In my younger days, I was sport mad, well nothings really changed. As soon as Id learnt to read and then found out who Kenny Dalglish was, I used to trawl through dads Daily paper looking at the back pages, but the racing pages never interested me. I used to see Newsboy and Tom Peppers name in the tipping columns but didnt understand what it all meant.

I once sat down with my Grandad who was just like every other guy in the 80's enjoyed a bet, a drink and a smoke. He used to smoke Park Drives, very distinguishing packet in white with a red stripe if I remember correctly. He once took me for £5 which I got for my birthday present on a little roulette wheel he had. I cried all night, hoped he would give me it back, but said it would be a learning curve for the future in not to gamble, obviously it didnt work ! One afternoon, I think I was 7 or 8 at the time Id gone to the local shop up the road for a couple of fruit salads and black jacks which were 1/2p each I think, or maybe 2 for 1/2p. Anyway on the way home, Im kicking the stones on the floor and found a £1 note lying next to a drain. Well that was it, I didnt know whether to rush to the shop to buy him out of fruit salads or to take it home. I went for the latter and went back to grandads house. He was reading the racing pages and was working out his bets for the day, he turned to me and said pick one out you fancy. I asked him what I was looking for and he said 1 meant it came first, 2 for 2nd and so on. Me been the intelligent mathmetician scoured the days runners and found one horse I think with a full lines form of 1's. "I fancy that one" I said. Grandad just laughed at me. Instinct just told me to have a go at him for laughing, but I respected him and instead threw the £1 note at him and said "put that on for me please". "Where did you get that from", he asked and I told him I had found it, and Id like to put it on the horse with 11111 as its form as its bound to win, again grandad laughed.

We travelled to the bookies in his car, I waited outside as he went in and put his round robins on for the day and my £1 win too. We went back home and watched the days racing on the telly. My horse which maybe some of you will find funny was called Oh So Sharp, which turned out to be one of the best horses around at the time, but I didnt know that. My horse hacked up and again I thought Id hit the jackpot, turning my £1 into my mum and dads mortgage payement for the month, grandad just laughed. He had a bit to pick up from his bets so we went back just before closing time to collect our winnings. Out grandad came, he gave me my £1 note back and 8 pence. "8 pence" I asked "are you having a laugh grandad", grandad just laughed. When we got home I found out that Oh So Sharp had won at 2/11, so he asked me to work it out and told me what to do. I worked it out I had won 18pence. He then told me about betting tax and that he had paid the 10pence for me, but had taken it back from the winnings, leaving me with 8 pence.

I threw the paper on the floor, and said, "Well you wont see me following that anymore grandad", grandad just laughed and sparked up a Park Drive. I think I bought a couple of packets of Panini stickers with the winnings, and ended up getting Ian Rush, so I suppose it wasnt too bad a day.

My Grandad died a few years later, so I never really go to know him and Im saddened in a way because of the places Ive been and people Ive met in the racing game, Im not saying he would have joined me, but he would have been on the phone each day wanting to know whats going on. My mum sadly passed away too a couple of years ago, we didnt know what to do with her ashes and I kept them for a year, but last year we decided as a family to put them with my grandad (her dad) in Leeds, which is one of the reasons I moved here to be a little closer to the cemetary so I could visit more. Whenever I go see my mum, I always pay my respects to grandad too and the Oh So Sharp tale always comes flooding back and brings a smile to my face. I always wish he would pass on a little luck my way when I see him. Having said that, I better call and see them Saturday morning before the Liverpool v Man U to see if they can give me some for that.

Re: Betting Chat : Thu Oct 13, 2011 8:07 pm  

So fast forward to december 89, and things are totally different. The steelworks has shut, I drunkenly proposed to the wife and I had no job. On the plus side, I was time-served, knew everything and had a few £k redundancy. I decided to wait until the new year to look for work, as I would have been on my annual fortnightly sick over Xmas anyway. Mum and Dad had other ideas. " Get a Job!", so to appease them, I sorted out a few interviews.

Being out of work is boring, so to relieve the boredom, a day at Haydock was required, and the great WA Stephenson was sending his Gold Cup winner over. That was 1 race sorted out!! What an awful day. It was freezing, raining turning to sleet, just miserable. But armed with £150, money was to be made. Had enough for busfare, entry, food, beer, 6x £10 bets, £1 placepot and £30 " emergency money".

Using Nobby's names and my " aint betting that lover" theory, the other 5 races were soon deciphered. Placepot on and 1st bet about to be. Finished 2nd, as did the next 2, but I did'nt care, The Thinker was out next, and paddock inspection was required. He looked in fine fettle. I knew it was him because of the number cloth on his back, tbh, it could have been Steptoe's horse- Hercules for all I knew. A swift pint in Chasers Bar, and then the bookies would get the full force of my tenner!!