As the winner is announced after a photo-finish at Goodwood, Dazzler Holland turns to look at the number on
South Cape’s race-cloth. Seemingly just to check he has, indeed, won. It’s reassuring that even those who are
responsible for guiding the beasts home, can get confused with the sheer volume of numbers on a busy racing day.
Lucky 15 not so Lucky.
Lucarno stays on strongly to see off O’Brien’s army of challengers.
Pub. The-man-with-the-dog is at the bar without the dog. I overhear him telling the barman he used to do a bit of
riding. I don’t stay around to hear what he claims to have ridden. I drink until my wallet is as empty as the dance
floor at a ‘Lady Di Memorial Disco’ at Buckingham Palace and head home.
Sunday 16 September
Ante-post bets lost =1. Hangovers =1.
Manduro breaks down and will never race again. My cunning ante-post plan to relieve the betting industry of £5k
in the Arc has gone awry. It feels like a death and the ante-post slips look like obituaries.
Today is officially cancelled.
