Elbert Hubbard an American writer, publisher, artist, and philosopher once said: “The only man who makes money following the races is one who does it with a broom and shovel.”
Well Elbert my arty crafty old china I disagree, you are talking more manure than your man with his bucket is shovelling.
The Cheltenham Festival looms on the horizon like a racing goliath, 4 days, 28 races and betting opportunities galore. I for one can not wait.
Standing on the terracing looking out across the Old Course, the roar of the crowd as the horses race off for the Supreme Novices' Hurdle on the Tuesday of the Festival, the excitement and hurly burly of the Winners Enclosure as the triumphant thoroughbred is led in after the Gold Cup, it all still sends a shiver down the spine. The ante-post vouchers are safely tucked away at Triple G Towers, the preview videos have been filmed with the lads at Archant London, and many an hour yet will be spent sifting through form and watching race replays to work out those last few bets not yet decided upon.
To mess with a rather famous speech some bloke called Bill once wrote:
Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood, once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more………………….