On course to go on-course
Thank God today was the end. The end of who’s your banker, what’s your nap, what do you fancy, who’s the likely one, is she any good, no chance over fences, no chance under fences, no Ruby this or McCoy that, no heavily fancied or luck of the Irish, no now they’re off and here they come, no more hardy freaking leppers.
Talking of lepers.... yesterday’s fancies were as miserable a group of cripples as ever stood in horseshoes. For once there seemed to be agreement from my moles in Cheltenham. Lounas in the first was the common tip, as was Saintsaire in the 4.40.
