The first thing they teach you in Punting School is .. Stick.
If you like something, don’t drop off.
Stay with whatever caught your eye all those weeks ago.
If you happen to be the Dunce of that school, (hand goes up), chances are you forget this golden rule on a monthly basis.
You may remember my Flying Spur tale of woe. The day I not only broke the rule, I smashed it into a thousand tiny pieces.
Before Flying Spur was a mighty sire, he was a flying youngster.
I’d watched from up north, as Lee Freedman plotted a course all the way to the Golden Slipper.
There was something about this flashy bloke that caught my eye. The horse, not Lee.
Days out from the two year old classic, he was doing nothing in the market. The smarties didn’t want a bar of him. That didn’t worry me. Another Golden Rule is not to be scared off by big odds. We’ll discuss that another time.
Anyway, I was confident. We would fill our boots on the back of Flying Spur.
That was, until race morning.
I woke to the news that our champion jockey Jim Cassidy had been given a stretch by stewards. It was the infamous Jockey Tapes Scandal. Pumper had been innocently giving tips. And was now banished. On the morning of the bloody Slipper!
I staggered as if shot. This could not be happening. I strained my ear to the radio, to hear that one of racing’s greatest, had been replaced by some kid I’d never heard of. A young bloke called Boss. I think they said his first name was Glen.
Just like that, I was off. The bet I’d been drooling over was cancelled. No way could this no-name handle the frenzy of the world’s most intense dash for juveniles.
There would be no Sticking. Instead, I backed something else. It may have been called Donkey. And watched, as Bossy sent Flying Spur to the line for an easy win. It paid over 20 bucks. I contemplated becoming a nun.
Anyway, if nothing else, we learn from our mistakes. Even costly, gut-wrenching ones like that.
And so, to the Caulfield Cup. And the point of this rambling. I have been taken by Rising Romance since she ran second last year.
Something about the run has stayed with me. The way she hit the line. It was like someone had scribbled ‘follow me’ across her sizeable rump.
I’ve followed her this campaign. Ignoring results. Knowing the Cup was the aim.
Today is pay day. I reckon she’ll rocket home and line our pockets. D.Lane is a patient rider. It’s what we need in the rough and tumble at Caulfield.
Stick to what you like. I can’t make it any clearer. Although I do have one question. What’s Bossy riding?