Tag Archives: Cheltenham

The Apocryphal Cheltenham Story

Every year you hear a version of it, but the fact that Cornelius Lysaght came out with it on the BBC Radio about an hour ago (13.00 BST) does tend to frank the form over and above the time I … Continue reading

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Where the clouds are made of candy floss

You only need to watch the first minute and a half to get an insight into our typical Sunday Morning.

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All Hail the Diva

Makemeadiva’s tip below was one of those miracles that come along once in a rare happy while: horses that drift from 33s to 100/1 do not tend to do a lot of winning. I hope some of you got on. … Continue reading

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Bookies 1 Punters 0

Cheltenham was somewhat torrid today what with them waiting until the last race before allowing a favourite to win. That horse’s name did begin with a Q, however, which qualified it under one of my emergency backing ‘systems’ a system … Continue reading

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Cheltenham

The great joy of it all begins tomorrow as the nation skives off four glorious days of punting. Meanwhile here’s a picture of one that’s awkward to saddle and ‘has his own thoughts about the game,’ this being one of … Continue reading

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Hurrah, the jumps season is upon us

Nice explicatory piece here from yesterday’s Guardian about why jumps is better than flat. Dylan does not give a fig as he goes in for both codes as well as point-to-point squirreling.

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‘It was a privilege

to do my proverbials on that.’ A sentiment I can only echo and a contender for my favourite remark of an emotional Cheltenham. ‘Did you see Ruby’s face after he lost on Kauto last year? He looked like Lucifer,‘ runs … Continue reading

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