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Monday Musings: A National Cause Celebre?

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How do you like a fairy tale, writes Tony Stafford. As so many English trainers have noted, the inflexible rules concerning the Grand National weights do not allow such potential winners as Midlands Grand National hero Mr Vango from giving Sara Bradstock the chance to join her late father John Oaksey with a place in Aintree history. Next year his adjusted rating will ensure he gets in.

Saturday’s race has the usual proliferation of multiple trainer entries, but it’s not just Willie Mullins with seven that takes up a fair proportion of the 34 available places. Shock horror, Paul Nicholls, still complaining that people were doubting him after a poor, by his standards, season until Caldwell Potter’s Cheltenham Festival success, has five.

Other UK handlers were calling for something I’ve been advocating for years – a maximum for any trainer. Looks like only the multiple champions of Ireland and the UK would be the sufferers if that came to pass.

True, there’s a few more of Gordon Elliott’s lower down if they get past the safe 34, which in itself has been a hindrance to the reputation of the great race. The not so Grand National is like a park race, but as I said at the start, how would you fancy a little flutter on a 13-year-old not guaranteed a run? It is a 150/1 shot to be fair and money-back, no run too.

The relatively new Philip Hobbs / Johnson White team has a horse in Celebre d’Allen here that in four of his last seven has run at Aintree. His sole spin over the Mildmay course in October 2023 resulted in a 16-length victory in a veterans’ chase under claimer Lizzie Gale.

He’s also run three times over the National fences, in successive Topham Trophies over 2m5f, finishing eighth in 2023 and a staying on fourth last year only two lengths behind the eventual winner.

In between he was also fourth in the 3m2f Becher Chase in December 2023, tiring in the heavy ground. The fact he has successfully jumped round Auteuil for Louisa Carberry and started life after her with a hat-trick over hurdles for Hobbs, twice on heavy ground at Haydock, suggest he is the sort of adaptable horse that might suit the once supreme test.

Fewer than ever horses are nudged out at either the five-day (later today) or Thursday’s 48-hour stage, but the Hobbs policy of not harming his 145 rating after Bangor has a fair chance of proving to have been a wise one.

One name that appears on his form lines is Inothewayurthinkin, the horse that would have been the shortest priced ever favourite for the race had he not been taken out a few days after his epic Gold Cup victory.

Celebre d’Allen suffered his single non-completion in the Kim Muir of 2024, won so spectacularly by J P McManus’ horse, who came from a long way back to beat the brave Git Maker at his leisure a year ago.

His in-running comment for that race reads, “hampered by faller and unseated at the 17th”. He does tend to be ridden with restraint as was the case at Bangor, when Callum Pritchard rode him, and it would be great if Ben Pauling’s promising young conditional could get a mount in the big race.

The analysis of that race in the Racing Post confirmed what his overall card suggests: he goes well fresh. Five months since the last run might be stretching it a bit, but with the likelihood of multiple places for each-way bets, the fact he’s cleared 57 National fences without a hitch should be worth clinging onto.

For the win, though, what a story if Shark Hanlon and Hewick can take the prize. Gordon Elliott, Tony Martin and Charles Byrnes have all returned from bans in recent times unashamedly continuing their business of winning big races so why not John Joseph?

He entrusted his stable to Tara Lee Cogan during the rap over the knuckles – not much more than that in reality - for his transgression and no doubt had a fair degree of influence on Hewick’s preparation which resulted in a couple of unplaced runs.

Back with the licence, the flame-haired massive presence that is the Shark, was soon in business in a conditions hurdle at Thurles late last month, Hewick winning as he liked by five lengths.

Gavin Sheehan is lined up for the mount on the 2023 King George winner – he beat Nicholls’ Bravemansgame that day by close to a couple of lengths – and will have that Nicholls horse among the 33 he will need to beat, on 7lb worse terms.

You would say, though, that of the pair, Hewick has shown no sign of deterioration in a far-reaching programme involving (earlier) winning the American Grand National (over hurdles) at Far Hills and running second to the very smart Losange Bleu in the French Champion Hurdle over more than three miles. Bravemansgame has looked a fair bit short of that level in the interim.

I was confident that Vanillier, second to Corach Rambler in the 2023 Grand National, would win the Cross Country race at the Festival this month and if he hadn’t gone straight on at the Grand National-style Canal Turn replica at Cheltenham first time round, he probably would have, rather than finishing third behind his Gavin Cromwell stable companion Stumptown.

For me then it’s Hewick, Vanillier, with a dream 150/1 saver – indeed lifesaver if he wins! – on Celebre d’Allen.

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I’m not done yet with the 2025 Horses in Training Book. Had it been published a little later, one immediate correction would not have been necessary. It lists Raphael E Freire as operating from Felstead Court, in Folly Road, Lambourn. His 25 listed horses are all owned by Amo Racing.

Freire had his first victory of 2025 with 6/4 favourite Diablo Rojo at Lingfield a week ago, when his true location was revealed as recently retired Sir Michael Stoute’s former yard, Freemason Lodge, off the Bury Road in Newmarket.

I visited Roger Varian’s yard earlier this year and the signs of building as you come along the track off the Bury Road with Freemason Lodge on the left and Varian’s Carlburg Stables up ahead, was intensive. Obviously, everything was readied for Raphael in time for the turf season.

Indeed, he saddled on Saturday Mr Professor, last year’s winner of the William Hill Lincoln at Doncaster, but Amo stable rider David Egan could get him no nearer than 13th of the 22 runners in a repeat bid. Freire moved alongside Mr Professor’s previous trainer Dominic Ffrench-Davies in the summer last year having waited for some time for his visa to come through. He’s Brazilian and cut his training teeth in Norway.

On joining the team, he had special involvement with the ever-expanding intake of juveniles. Genial Dom, meanwhile, has gone the way of many previous Kia Joorabchian trainers. He hasn’t a single Amo horse, although Raphael, to his credit, has left a couple of three-year-olds with Dominic. They are twice-raced Flor Do Rio and Mum’s Called, a filly that last went through the ring for 1,000gns.

Ffrench-Davies has three two-year-olds listed in his care. They cost 28,000, 7,000 and 1,500. Last year he had more than 60 in training at the start of the season, now it’s 30, but, knowing Dom, he’ll still be smiling and doing a great job for his mix of smaller owners and syndicates.

Raphael Escobar (that’s what the E stands for) Freire doesn’t have all the Amo horses. They got off the mark at the first time of asking in Saturday’s Brocklesby Stakes, when the 3/1 favourite Norman’s Cay won for the Richard Hannon team.

Norman’s Cay wasn’t listed among any of the 91 juveniles in Hannon’s 202-strong squad in HIT 2025. It’s impossible to know from the book how many others he has in his care for Amo as no owner’s name is listed by Hannon, but after this instant success for the 60k buy from the Somerville Yearling sale (the first of the season last autumn) at Tattersalls, there might be a few more going down to Herridge before long.

I had to have a second look at the result. I see Exclamation finished third for Grace Harris as a 40/1 shot. The previous Exclamation was also by this one’s sire, Acclamation, except they were foaled 18 years apart. The 2005 Exclamation won the £189k Tattersalls October Auction Stakes at Newmarket for Raymond Tooth, but my fondest memory was when, as a four-year-old, he took part in a memorable gallop at Brian Meehan’s stable.

That Thursday morning, before we tucked into the sausages, bacon and the rest, four horses lined up for a gallop that was meant to cement top 2008 juvenile Crowded House as the real deal for the new season’s Classics.

Exclamation and the three-year-old Nasri were also in the line-up, and they finished second and third with Crowded House a poor last of four.

The easy winner of the gallop was Delegator and Mrs Poilin Good’s colt was available at 33/1 for the 2,000 Guineas that morning. I call a pal to get on but neglected to avail myself of the place option. He finished second at Newmarket – to Sea The Stars.

That brilliant John Oxx-trained colt went on to win the Derby (from Fame And Glory); the Coral-Eclipse (beating Rip Van Winkle), Juddmonte (Mastercraftsman), Irish Champion (Fame and Glory again) and the Prix de l’Arc de Triomphe (Youmzain).

To think I had 33/1 about him at Newmarket and didn’t bother to back him each-way, never mind lay anything off the horse that started 3/1 favourite for that Classic!

- TS

Monday Musings: Mr Vango and a Wincanton Fandango

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So we’ve seen the first day declarations for Cheltenham, writes Tony Stafford. Ballyburn was duly taken out of the opening Supreme Novices’ Hurdle leaving Willie Mullins with only six of the 12 declared runners. At time of writing, he has 13 of the 24 in Ballyburn’s race, the 2m5f opener on Wednesday.

As four of those run tomorrow, he can only have a maximum of another eight to help with the owners’ badges – you get a lovely lunch there. More’s the pity, I won’t be partaking of it myself this year.

Willie has contented himself with just the one back-up to the now unbackable State Man in tomorrow’s Champion Hurdle. He also runs Zarak The Brave for the double greens, Messrs Mounir and Souede, one of his host of top juveniles from last season. He twice contested big races – though not the Triumph – against Lossiemouth and did well to run her close in a Grade 1 at Punchestown last May.

The home team of four is emotionally led by the wonderful Not So Sleepy, not just the best, but most versatile 12-year-old in training, still around 100-rated on the flat and twice a winner of the Grade 1 Fighting Fifth, last December switched to Sandown, for Hughie Morrison and Lady Blyth.

That he could run away from such as Love Envoi, 2nd to Honeysuckle in the Mares’ Hurdle last year, You Wear It Well, successful in the mares’ novice in 2023, and Goshen, back to life with a win at Exeter on Friday, tells his quality. As indeed does his official rating of 158, easily the highest of the home contingent and third only behind State Man (169) and Irish Point (159), winner of his last four with progressive ease for Gordon Elliott.

Last week I expressed my sympathy and embarrassment at not realising the extent of Mark Bradstock’s illness to which he succumbed a few days after his final recorded training success with Mr Vango at Exeter.

Knowing his lifelong determination and just how deeply the late Lord Oaksey felt about Cheltenham and National Hunt racing in general, it was always long odds-on that his daughter and Mark’s widow Sara would keep the show going and that he would take up his engagement in the 3m6f National Hunt Chase for amateur riders.

It will be her first runner since, but she had the training of Carruthers for three seasons in point-to-points after he retired from the NH scene as a previous Hennessy Gold Cup winner and will have been right there in the middle of the training of their Cheltenham Gold Cup winner, Coneygree.

If that horse could be prepared by their small team to see off the might of Willie Mullins, Noel Meade, Jonjo O’Neill, Oliver Sherwood, Paul Nicholls, Alan King, Venetia Williams, Nicky Henderson, Henry De Bromhead et al nine years ago, then why not a repeat against one each from Willie and nephew Emmet Mullins, Gordon Elliott and a trio from home stables of Ben Pauling, Anthony Honeyball and Lucinda Russell?

None of the sextet ranged against him have won over the distance of his Exeter success – three miles, six furlongs - and no doubt the market is being unduly influenced by the cowardly 132 mark allotted for that win by the official handicapper.

I thought 20lb rather than 12lb would be the minimum. The field at Exeter contained a trio of last-time winners and as commentator Mike Cattermole said as they came to the 14th of the 21 fences: “It’s anyone’s race”. Mr Vango had made all to that point, and apart from a first-fence faller, the other six were still in touch. All three-mile winners, they simply were steamrollered in the last phase of the content as Mr Vango’s exceptional stamina kicked in and he stretched ever further clear.

Rarely do you see races where the leader is more than a fence clear of his still-competing rivals and that was the case as he jumped the last and over the winning line, with of an official 60 lengths margin over a recent previous course and distance winner. I bet Ben Jones wished he could turn amateur for one race tomorrow.

Instead, we have Gina Andrews, easily the best lady amateur riding and multiple (ten times!) point-to-point lady champion. She knows her way around Cheltenham at the Festival, too, having won on Domesday Book for Stuart Edmunds in the 24-runner Kim Muir Chase for amateur riders at 40/1 seven years ago.

Her tally is fast approaching 600 wins, with her points score on the way to 500 and under Rules on 91 with 84 over jumps and seven on the flat. As with Patrick Mullins in Ireland, who habitually has a succession of steering jobs (maybe not quite) in bumpers, Gina can keep the weekends going with regular wins for her husband Tom Ellis, trainer king of the point-to-point field. She is about as amateur in proficiency terms as Patrick and just as capable – while she gets most of her on-course practice, unlike him, jumping fences.

Straight after Exeter, Mr Vango was a 25/1 chance. The first entry stage came soon after and there were only ten entered and his price stayed unaltered. Now the overnight declarations feature three absentees, one each for Willie Mullins, Elliott and Pauling, leaving all three with a single runner. Yet you could still (or so they said, ha!) get 25/1 first three each way with bedfellows Coral and Ladbroke.

As a very infrequent punter these days and then in the minute category I can reprise one of the most frustrating days ever of my life at Wincanton on Thursday. I’d gone with my friend Kevin Howard to watch his mate Fred Mills’ horse run in a novice hurdle.

Kevin drove, a pleasure as well as a rarity for me, and he needed to use the brake pedal only once – for ten seconds, all the 152 miles from near Brentwood. Coming back was even easier – rush hour M25 no problem. Tunnel straight through.

In between it was a nice surprise to see the amazing Lynda Burton in the owners’ dining room. “It’s my last day as we’ve moved to Berkshire from down here. I’ve been here for nine years and will be at Cheltenham next week and don’t worry, I’ll still do Newmarket,” she said. Collective sigh of relief from owners and their friends all around the country at that news!

After all the pluses, it was what happened when I thought I’d have a tenner each way on my nap bet in the William Hill Radio Naps Table, in the 2.45 at Lingfield, that everything turned sour. While Kevin was in the paddock, I went off to watch Roger Teal’s hitherto out-of-form sprinter Whenthedealinsdone at Lingfield.

Peter Collier – he’ll be around the Mullins team all this week – said there’s a William Hill down the track, so I passed plenty of Tote terminals and ended up in the tiny shop. The outsider signage was bold enough but the two-man operation inside a small square area signalled to me just how much betting shops on racecourses in the UK have declined.

In the one in the main enclosure at Newmarket, once thronged with punters and with four or five people taking bets, now even on the big days it feels like an abandoned aircraft hangar and it’s almost a case of being asked by the staff, “Can I take a bet please?”

Anyway, Whenthedealinsdone is 20/1, so I write out my wager and as one punter was at the far till, peopled by a gentleman of some years, so you would have thought considerable experience, the other was the province of a much younger man.

I passed over my £20 note and slip, forbearing to state the price, which after an unnecessarily long interval for him to find it, he finally called back – “20/1”. So far, so good.

I waited and waited and after a while, with the field beginning to go in the stalls, he disappeared from the front vantage point. He emerged from under the counter brandishing what looked like a large toilet roll but of course it was a till roll. He proceeded to try to fix it in place - to no avail. With no customer to serve, one would have thought Mr Robertson might have suggested to his junior: “Give us the bet!” but no, Mr Experience said: “You’re doing it wrong. Let me show you.” That’s experience in all its majesty!

So “show you” he did. Meanwhile, my betting slip and crisp bill of monetary exchange languished somewhere in the ether on the other side of the counter. My hopes were dashed already as they exited the stalls, and when, after never looking like winning, Whenthedealinsdone ran on strongly for a close 3rd – designated the “eyecatcher” in the following morning’s Racing Post, dashed they proved to be.

Meanwhile till roll now in place to the satisfaction of both Mr Experience and Master Clueless, the latter, without any explanation passed back the same £20. At least he didn’t replace it with four grubby fivers. Little consolation. I’d done £30 in cold blood and it grated on me all day – indeed all week!

Of course, I pretty much lost my rag, asking for Mr R’s name and he pretty much gave it away before clamming up. “We mustn’t tell you”, he said, reasonably enough in these troubled times. It just occurred to me, do they still have the betting disputes people at the track? Presumably not. [They do – Ed.]

In the old days bookmakers were overwhelmed by many “slow bet” merchants who waited until their horse or dog was in contention before passing over the money undetected when they were inundated with punters screaming to get on. Now the boot’s on the other foot. Slow cashiers.

Why not, as everyone knows. Bookmakers offer a price but, on the phone, they’ll go away and want to lay you a fraction of it if anything at all – that’s my mates rather me talking.

There are a couple of aftermaths for this passage of play. The last show for Whenthedealinsdone was 20/1, as Master Clueless correctly called it back to me. Within seconds of the finish the SP came back and was 14/1. You may say, the game (bookies’ version) isn’t straight. It’s certainly one way traffic!

Also, while I’ve been writing (immediately after the final field was known) the 25/1 first three bookies’ offer on Mr Vanga is already down to 16/1. I’m sure it will be much less again by tomorrow. Good luck Sara and owners, the Cracker and Smudge partnership.

- TS

Monday Musings: Bradstocks Aiming High Once More

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There is one trainer who has held a licence for 36 seasons and who, in only one of them has he failed to train a winner, yet equally, has never reached double figures of wins in any of them, writes Tony Stafford. Any ideas?

In that time, he has won a Hennessy Gold Cup and a Cheltenham Gold Cup, both with horses bred from the same mare he bought unraced as a potential retirement interest for his father-in-law. Maybe you would be thinking he was a part-time wealthy “amateur” practitioner of the trade, but not a bit of it.

In just over two weeks’ time at Cheltenham, our hero will not be frightened to take on the might of Mullins, Henderson, Nicholls and the rest in the National Hunt Challenge Cup Amateur Jockeys’ Novice Chase over 3m6f.

Few horses get to the start of that race having won over the distance. Our man’s horse had run in only one chase, finishing third, before last week. Yet when he turned out for his second, over said distance, he was already rated 120, based on four runs over hurdles. I guarantee you when his new rating is revealed tomorrow morning at 7 a.m. on the BHA website, he will be quite a lot higher. In his case I would hate to be the handicapper!

Before Friday at Exeter – yes, we’re slowly revealing our evidence – the trainer had run six individual horses in a total of eight races this season (April to April) with no wins. To keep up the exemplary 36-year (minus one) record, the My Pension Expert Devon National Handicap Chase, only passed as fit for racing after a morning inspection, would hopefully change all that.

Step up Mark Bradstock and wife Sara, nee Lawrence, with the eight-year-old Mr Vango. Sara apparently told the Racing TV people beforehand – I didn’t see it – that he would win. He did, and how!

It wasn’t a massive field, but with two or three confirmed front-runners and all with far more experience than their gelding, it wasn’t guaranteed on first sight that he would get to the front. Get to the front he did, though, and listening again to Mike Cattermole’s commentary with accompanying pictures, you can tell his growing incredulity at what he, those at Exeter, and we around the country were witnessing.

Making all, and along with a couple of inevitable novicey errors, he strode through almost two full circuits of the galloping Haldon track in deep ground seemingly without much effort.

Halfway through the second time round the pack was still within reach but, coming to the end of the back straight and turning for home, the margin between Mr Vango and no doubt an equally disbelieving Ben Jones kept stretching. It was ten, then 20, then 30, and over last, according to Mike, he was 50 lengths clear.

The trio that was still going hadn’t even reached the penultimate fence when Mr Vango jumped the last. Neither had they arrived at the final obstacle as Ben was pulling him up. The finishing margin was 60 lengths. Foxboro, an old slowcoach who had toiled in rear all the way so hadn’t really been involved in the unequal task of trying to match strides with this galloping automaton, plodded on past two others to record a symbolic but still rewarding £6k runner-up spot, 14 lengths clear of the legless other pair.

I cannot resist a little dig at the Racing Post. After the win, Mark Bradstock’s prizemoney tally for the season is listed as £1,492 – the Exeter race alone was worth 13 grand to the winner. [Of course, geegeez has it correct at £16.5k in seasonal earnings – Ed.]

I think I should declare a slight personal interest. Sara Lawrence became Sara Oaksey when her father John inherited his late father’s titles as Lord Thevethin and Oaksey, the latter being the name he preferred to use. Since Mark, previously five years’ assistant to the great Fulke Walwyn and winner of 18 races as a jockey, took out his licence in 1989, she has been a constant vital cog in the small family outfit along with showjumping son Alfie and point-to-point rider/trainer Lily. As their web site shows, they still have limitless ambition along with unerring belief that they hold the key to developing jumping horses to their highest potential.

The mare Plaid Maid that Mark sourced won five races for John, one hurdle (probably to his annoyance) but then four in her main job over fences. It was after her racing career though that she made her mark on the sport, producing both Carruthers, their 2011 Hennessy winner, of which John was part-owner. He, sadly, died the following year.

Carruthers continued racing for Mark Bradstock for four more years then, aged 13, transferred to Sara to train in point-to-points. Over the next three years he ran 17 times for one win, with daughter Lily in the saddle each time, retiring as a 15-year-old.

I’m sure Sara and Mark have constantly wished they could have told him that Carruthers’ little brother   Coneygree had won the Cheltenham Gold Cup. I remember there wasn’t a dry eye in the house when he beat Willie Mullins’ Djakadam and 14 others nine years ago next month.

Coneygree was still a novice – the first since Captain Christy in 1974 to win the Gold Cup – and did it having been unbeaten in his first three chases, at Newbury twice and Kempton. He made all the running, jumping boldly, at Cheltenham and I couldn’t help wondering last week if that might also be the recipe for success with Mr Vango if he takes his place in the field next month.

Coneygree’s path to the Gold Cup was troubled – he had almost two years off before that first chase late in 2014 because of injury. After the triumph he won one more race at Sandown in November of the following season, but that was it as far as wins go.

Plaid Maid had been bought to interest John after his retirement, as if being the leading light in the Injured Jockeys Fund for many years and an honorary member of the Jockey Club wouldn’t have been enough for most people, never mind the writing.

His father had been Chief Allied prosecutor of leading Nazi criminals at the Nuremburg War Trials and John, expected to be a lawyer – he studied law at Harvard after his initial studies at Oxford – watched the proceedings as a deeply impressionable young man.

He preferred though to become a journalist, but one that could combine writing with winning 200 races as a jumps amateur. My good luck was that, by joining the Daily Telegraph in 1972, I was able to watch at first hand the way in which he combined his art with his love of riding and horses. And I did so for the next three decades. He always greeted me with, “Hello boy!”

For many years we worked in tandem on reporting the Grand National for the Sunday Telegraph. In those days there was a limited number of telephones and we used to have the use of one room and a land line in a house called Chasandi sited dead opposite the Aintree main entrance. Brough Scott and others also had similar facilities in other rooms in the house. I think the newspapers paid for the couple’s extension!

I took my notes, attending the initial stage of the post-race press conference, then repaired to offer my version of events verbatim over the phone to readers of the Irish, Scottish, and northern editions of the paper. John’s considered, exhaustive, rounded-out and always unique version came an hour or so later and the rest of the country got his elegant turn of phrase. Mine disappeared into the ether!

One incident I’ll never forget was the time he asked me to join him while he was working for ITV at the Derby. In those days the beautiful grassy paddock (sorry Epsom, that one now isn’t a patch on it even if it lets the racegoers see the horses) was down where the racecourse stables still are now. John had a small raised cabin with a big picture window halfway down one side as he watched and spoke to the viewers.

I’m not sure I did much for him that day - it’s not as if he asked me to go get him a cup of tea and a biscuit or anything - but there’s a reason I’m fond of relating it. It was 1981, the year of Shergar, one of the greatest Derby winners but one that is remembered for what he wasn’t allowed to do rather than what he did on the racecourse or might have done at stud. Everyone before 2000 knew the name, even now you occasionally hear it in stand-up routines.

But back to Mr Vango and friends. Have a look when you get a moment at the lovely website of Mark and Sara Bradstock and you will wonder how, in these days of trainers with 300 horses to call upon, these amazing people get so few chances to show how good they are.

Coneygree gave Nico De Boinville’s career the jump start that was needed for Nicky Henderson to take notice. He was still a conditional when he won the Gold Cup. In Coneygree’s previous race he was unavailable, and Richard Johnson stepped in. Nico said: “I dreaded that he would keep the mount for the Gold Cup but when he won the Denman Chase at Newbury, Sara called to say he was my ride.”

Some family, some legacy and if Mr Vango runs and wins – he’s 25/1 with bookmakers with whom you might get on, it could encourage a few more people to support them.

Talking of support, it’s the House of Commons debate on affordability checks at Westminster Hall today. If racing is to have any chance of getting proper funding, it’s vital that the people that can wish to bet are not artificially denied the chance and the case is properly put to the proportion of MPs who are lukewarm about racing.

My sources say, even without those fatuous checks, bookmakers need shaking up, so often are even tiny bets refused. One friend tells of the Australian system or how it was when he lived there a while ago and I doubt it’s changed since.

When he was there, bookmakers were allowed on course, while off-course was their tote (called TAB) monopoly. Depending on which ring the bookie worked in at the track, he or she was compelled to lay to take out a minimum value in each respective ring.

We have the best racing in the world and the worst conversion from what’s bet on it into prize money. Getting rid of this affordability nonsense would be a first step, but much more needs to be done even when that stain on the sport is crushed, as I hope it will be. I wonder what John, or My Noble Lord, as the late John McCririck always called him, would have thought of it all!

- TS