So Mikey, the horse, went to Bank’s Peninsula today. Pretty place. Not a madly hot field, largely consisting, in fact, of horses he’d beaten in his last two starts, but the tipsters, as usual, reacted scornfully to him. Or maybe to us: our tiny stable. Fifteen C? Island Glow-Sally Holmes? Not one of them (actually, I suspect they are all the same person) picked him to come in the first four, in spite of his last run.
I rushed back from
shopping for tomorrow’s birthday (mine) and an acupuncture session (Wendy’s,
until we knew it was race day) … unloaded a bootful of booze and chicken … and
then it was time for the tellyversion of Mikey’s race.
He looked right cool
walking round at the start. He gets on so well with Chris (McDowell), our
accidental driver. But he didn’t sprint out with too much glee, and didn’t make
it to the front. He sat parked outside the leader (not good), until the
wretched Willywinit (which buggered us up once before) zoomed past, and Mikey
and Chris dropped into the one-one. Oh gosh! Behind an 80-1 shot … death,
destruction, smother time! … but Willywinit managed to keep going long enough,
and they weren’t coming from behind, so the way was clear for Mikey to swing
out—three wide – as they came round the turn.
Run on,
Mikey! Run on! Come on, boy. And he heard
me! He did. Of course, he didn’t go whoosh. He never does. But he insisted, and
gradually he made it the lead, halfway down the straight. And then the swoopers
started coming. The ones who had sat back, waiting for one fast (well. fastish)
run. But having got to the front, Mikey
(and Chris) weren’t going to allow anyone past …
He won. Mikey won.
Mikey who nobody thought would do ever better than 10th. He won. His form line
reads 421 … and they still won’t like him.
Anyway. Glorious
happiness at Gerolstein, rejoicing in Bratislava, Juneau Alaska, Wisconin, and in the four corners of Germany, where the Mikie fan-club lives.
And several fingers to the tipster, whoever he may be. Even little folk can win
a race. Even with a 6 year-old Island Glow gelding.
I’m too happy to
waste time on the unbelievers. See my blog of a month ago. I’m waiting for
Wendy, Yoshi and Mikey to come home. The chardonnay is on ice!
Yayy Mikey!
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