The Roach
19th January 2006, 03:02 PM
Hello Punters! I've just crawled out from under my rock.
As a new boy in this forum I thought I'd let you know about last Saturday. And you can let ME know if something like this has ever happened to you. There I was betting on the Gold Coast races when suddenly a very strange feeling came over me. It went like this:I'd been reading a thread in this Forum where one of the Members reckoned that by watching the trainers you could make money. Especially if these blokes were spending thousands of dollars (their's and their horses owners') on Interstate (or even overseas) trips!! There were all sorts of wild claims about people spending a fortune on sending also rans like Choisir to England and then winning Group races at 30-1. Previously I'd just thought it was mostly about checking out Park Lane, Mayfair and those other exotic hotel sites in London.There were ludicrous tales of trainers from New Zealand winning Doomben Cups at $150 (yeah, well why didn't you tell me where Awapuna was BEFORE the race!!!) or trainers from outback Victoria winning Group 1 SA Derby's THIS YEAR with Class 3 horses. Some "kook" was even saying that if you had a RED HORSE and were willing to risk the money on a long sea voyage in the early 1930s that you could maybe have won some big race in America (what????) when everyone reckoned you didn't have a chance. You know: wild eyed and loony ravings.
Anyway, nutty as it might seem,I suddenly felt "the force" moving my hand to my wallet and then a RED NOTE (spooky, eh? RED HORSE/RED NOTE) flutter in the breeze! It was like when I was contacted by "the spirits" at school via a glass and a OUIJA board. Was I in control or NOT?? Was I being directed by the ghost of Alexander the Great's father Philip (Philipos = horse lover in Greek; ed) to put that hard-earned polymer bill of exchange on that G. Rogerson no-hoper (QR3)? Would it break the bank OR the barrier??
"It's 50-1" said my nearest and dearest. "Mr Rogerson has probably spent all that money bringing the horse here from Sydney so that he (the horse) can GO SHOPPING on the Surfer's strip. Or else to ogle those fillies in the field". Hmmmm. That made a lot of sense, so I quickly returned my money to my pocket and commenced again to sip my champagne. Alas, you probably know the rest.($51.10 Unitab, if you don't)
However, when, in the very next race Bob Purcell too, from Bowen 1400ks up the road (where????) almost won at 50s (QR4), I became a little agitated. "It was just another fluke, darling" said my better half "the bookies always know BEST" and then ( she always repeats the same line until you submit) "trainers are like girls; they just want to have fun!! And spend spend spend. THEY aren't here for commercial reasons. THEY aren't scrooges like you. Squandering money is therapy for THEM". You see how it is? The plane flights, the stabling,the track riders, the hotels and dinners and and and; all so that Gra-Gra and Bob and Clarry can sample the nightlife,the Palace Versace and maybe catch a tube Sunday Morning at Kirra. Hmmmm.
Anyway, talking about Clarry, I have suddenly remembered that he ALSO won a race last Saturday with a Sydney horse at 50s (QR7). Man, was it a shock! So much so that even the owner was non-plussed. Said JS "I was betting on my OTHER horse and only spent the twenty grand getting Mirror Mirror here so that she wouldn't feel left out of all the glitter and glam. Have I ever mentioned that girls like her (MM wins MM; even spookier) just want to have fun! Imagine the poor thing was watching the news on Saturday Evening and Churchill Downs had been handed the trophy!! What a blow!! Racing, for me, is all about squandering money while raising the self-esteem of teenage girl horses. Any financial benefit that comes your way (at 50s) is purely unintentional coincidental and definitely NOT PLANNED!!!"
Well, as the sun sets and I recall that furnace-like afternoon of missed opportunities (why didn't someone tip QR3 and QR7 for me; not every punter has a ouija board in the garage), I am saving up to buy (second hand, of course) a good road atlas of Australia (and maybe a map of the world). With these, I'm sure, I'll soon discover just exactly where Sydney IS!! (NOT next to Southport). And, perhaps,armed with these charts and distances will one day be able to give myself MY OWN longshot tips without having to rely on the spirit of that long gone travelling red neddy to get me through. Bye bye
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Formerly Punter57
As a new boy in this forum I thought I'd let you know about last Saturday. And you can let ME know if something like this has ever happened to you. There I was betting on the Gold Coast races when suddenly a very strange feeling came over me. It went like this:I'd been reading a thread in this Forum where one of the Members reckoned that by watching the trainers you could make money. Especially if these blokes were spending thousands of dollars (their's and their horses owners') on Interstate (or even overseas) trips!! There were all sorts of wild claims about people spending a fortune on sending also rans like Choisir to England and then winning Group races at 30-1. Previously I'd just thought it was mostly about checking out Park Lane, Mayfair and those other exotic hotel sites in London.There were ludicrous tales of trainers from New Zealand winning Doomben Cups at $150 (yeah, well why didn't you tell me where Awapuna was BEFORE the race!!!) or trainers from outback Victoria winning Group 1 SA Derby's THIS YEAR with Class 3 horses. Some "kook" was even saying that if you had a RED HORSE and were willing to risk the money on a long sea voyage in the early 1930s that you could maybe have won some big race in America (what????) when everyone reckoned you didn't have a chance. You know: wild eyed and loony ravings.
Anyway, nutty as it might seem,I suddenly felt "the force" moving my hand to my wallet and then a RED NOTE (spooky, eh? RED HORSE/RED NOTE) flutter in the breeze! It was like when I was contacted by "the spirits" at school via a glass and a OUIJA board. Was I in control or NOT?? Was I being directed by the ghost of Alexander the Great's father Philip (Philipos = horse lover in Greek; ed) to put that hard-earned polymer bill of exchange on that G. Rogerson no-hoper (QR3)? Would it break the bank OR the barrier??
"It's 50-1" said my nearest and dearest. "Mr Rogerson has probably spent all that money bringing the horse here from Sydney so that he (the horse) can GO SHOPPING on the Surfer's strip. Or else to ogle those fillies in the field". Hmmmm. That made a lot of sense, so I quickly returned my money to my pocket and commenced again to sip my champagne. Alas, you probably know the rest.($51.10 Unitab, if you don't)
However, when, in the very next race Bob Purcell too, from Bowen 1400ks up the road (where????) almost won at 50s (QR4), I became a little agitated. "It was just another fluke, darling" said my better half "the bookies always know BEST" and then ( she always repeats the same line until you submit) "trainers are like girls; they just want to have fun!! And spend spend spend. THEY aren't here for commercial reasons. THEY aren't scrooges like you. Squandering money is therapy for THEM". You see how it is? The plane flights, the stabling,the track riders, the hotels and dinners and and and; all so that Gra-Gra and Bob and Clarry can sample the nightlife,the Palace Versace and maybe catch a tube Sunday Morning at Kirra. Hmmmm.
Anyway, talking about Clarry, I have suddenly remembered that he ALSO won a race last Saturday with a Sydney horse at 50s (QR7). Man, was it a shock! So much so that even the owner was non-plussed. Said JS "I was betting on my OTHER horse and only spent the twenty grand getting Mirror Mirror here so that she wouldn't feel left out of all the glitter and glam. Have I ever mentioned that girls like her (MM wins MM; even spookier) just want to have fun! Imagine the poor thing was watching the news on Saturday Evening and Churchill Downs had been handed the trophy!! What a blow!! Racing, for me, is all about squandering money while raising the self-esteem of teenage girl horses. Any financial benefit that comes your way (at 50s) is purely unintentional coincidental and definitely NOT PLANNED!!!"
Well, as the sun sets and I recall that furnace-like afternoon of missed opportunities (why didn't someone tip QR3 and QR7 for me; not every punter has a ouija board in the garage), I am saving up to buy (second hand, of course) a good road atlas of Australia (and maybe a map of the world). With these, I'm sure, I'll soon discover just exactly where Sydney IS!! (NOT next to Southport). And, perhaps,armed with these charts and distances will one day be able to give myself MY OWN longshot tips without having to rely on the spirit of that long gone travelling red neddy to get me through. Bye bye
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Formerly Punter57